Sometimes...
Sometimes I just don't understand.
why in a world of colors
My heart is black.
Blacker than storm clouds on a day sent from hell,  
Where rain falls,
And that's the only thing
That can camouflage my tears.  
Blacker than deep waters,
Where the only incentive is to drown.
My soul is a hollowed out hole,
where the demons in me seek comfort
and none of these words could
even begin to describe this hell,
where I am trapped to live in this shell
of a body that I just want to get out,
and live and breathe as someone else.
This heat bears down on an unforgiving earth, yet I'm still cold.
This cold radiates from within me,
Turning my heart to ice,
And my soul to stone.

And he's the only one who can save me from myself.