my ears still ring
from all these screams
still cooped up in that corner of my head
I look around
for that dark sound
I can't find it because I don't have a shred
of sane-ness left inside my mind
inside my mind and this mind of mine
has gone all but dead.
so trust me when I say
yes I would like to wake up but
all that I know is hanging by a thread
my life has met joy and
sorrow has met me
but not a single soul I've met has said
that I can live without
this dying part of me
that is begging to be bled.