#furios
I look down at my arms
All I see is scars
A mistake I made
When Nightmares wouldn't pass
That's my self-critic
He's called Nightmare
And he says that I'm worthless
Whispering to me **** that ain't fair
And sometimes I can't help it
I listen
And I watch the blood flow
In the dull light it glistens
And I see it, picture it
Before it even happens
Then I grab up my razor or knife
And all I feel is nothing
Blood flows,
Time slows
And in my rage
I let Nightmare be my boss
I go to work
So mad, furious and bezerk
Spiralling me, turning me
Into the Nightmare that is me
A part that I hate
He's so ******* hard on this
This soul that only wanted to
Make others smile by pulling the ****
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC