Momentary fits of numbness & insanity;
I didn’t chose this state of mind, it was placed upon me.
Why was I given this life, this heart, this mind;
Why was I given this hell, these burdens that aren’t mine!
My heart gets heavy, my eyes slide shut,
The feeling begins; I wish it was easy not to cut.
Just the thought of releasing my pains
Sends adrenaline surging through my veins.
To cut open my wrist, to see the blood spout;
I don’t know why, but sometimes it’s my only way out.
I fight it off, the razors & scissors fly across the room,
But sometimes I wish I was 6 ft under my tomb.
My pain becomes too heavy to bare,
That not even the idea of love is a care.
Take my pain away from me; take it all,
But no one else could carry this; I don’t know how I stand tall.