locked
out of my house and home
locked
out of the lives of everyone else
locked
away from the contact of others
locked
away from where i can hurt them
locked
into a world of my own
locked
into a spiral of self destruction
locked
tight in a place where misery thrives
locked
thight in a place where i can't seem to die
locked
where i can never escape
locked
where the only comfort is my own blood, dripping, slowly, a vivid color in a world of gray, and my best friend, the knife, dripping silently with the color of my secret romance, waiting, waiting, for my next command. here, now, i've decided, now my friend comes closer, closer, glinting in the light of the flickering street lamp and the moon, now at my throat, it's a good feeling, painful still, all my worries, my fears, my miseries, are now dripping, steaming, slowly down my front, my head is so light, nothing matters anymore, i don't have to stand anymore pain, i'm drifting, i'm flying, i'm sailing, i'm falling, i'm sleeping. good-bye...