More often than not I stare at these bruises and scars lining my arms.

The pain surges for hours, counting the night away with the clock ticking and my pulse racing.

Wishing only to be dead continuously crying in my own bed, the worst pounding comes from my head.

Sleep eluded once again,
Nothing is ever the same,
Using nothing as a name...

I lay here wishing to dream again,
I lay here wishing to rid the pounding in my head.
I lay here wishing only to be dead.