His tormented head hurts once more,
His entire being is unbelievably sore,
Reaching for love but denying the feeling,
His tired soul so sick of healing,
Desperate for feelings of attention and care,
But ignoring those that give it with a cold stare,
Feelings of self-resentment beaten into his core,
He doesn’t want to feel anymore.
Trying to change, in the end there’s no use,
A quiet voice whispers abuse,
The voice of you I think,
Here I am, back on the brink.