I’m searching for my way, back to a place I didn’t belong, a place I used to call home.
The people there didn’t know me, the real me! They couldn’t understand what I was going through.
I left in haste, afraid of what they’d think if they saw what lives within this frail body of mine.
Tired of life and all its burdens. A mind that tormented me with sick thoughts of pain and torture.

Help me, I think I’m lost. I lost my way home, my way back to the innocence I once had.
To days of fadding memories of an afternoon sun filled with giggles and laughter.
Back to my mothers lap on stormy nights, filled with stories and maternal love.
back to the days before it all begun. Please show me the way.

I’m still searching, I have been for so long. I have no hope of finding my way.
It started as something small, a dark spot on a white sheet. A whisper in my head.
People say I turned mad. Another nutcase for the psych ward.
I don’t know, maybe I did, is liking the taste of blood that bad?

I’m tired of searching, my legs are aching, It’s time to accept, there’s no going back.
I’m letting my demons take over, I won’t fight the voices any longer.
I’m sorry if I hurt any of you, I really am; It’s just that I couldn’t tame this hunger.
I feel myself slipping away,as my last bit of reasoning is drowning in this abyss of darkness.