Two a day, little green capsules shining in the morning light popping out of their casing,

Two a day, as I swallow them with some water part of me to is washed away,

Two a day, altering who I am, turning me into a mould of what doctors and society think normal means,

Two a day, fatiguing, sleepless nights await and with them come the nightmares, so many nightmares,

Two a day, isolating my heart and what it once was, turning it grey and cold,

Two a day, that’s what they said, I despise it and I want to stop but without them I am nothing,

Two a day, who were they to punish me for what I couldn’t help, who are they to be enraged by what is out of my control, who are they to bring me down,

Two a day, what I once was I am no longer, what I will become is not my choice, I have grown dependent and weak, I have lost my freedom, never lose yours,

Broken, shattered, a once shining pane of glass now in pieces on the floor,

Broken, hurting, a once happy child living everyday with a smile, now bleeding as the cuts open again and reveal his seared soul,

Broken, weeping, a once shiny eyed boy amazed by the world around him, a world that he thought was filled with happiness, a world he once thought was full of good,

Broken, cold, a once warm hearted boy welcoming all those who he crossed paths with, that boy is gone, hostility has taken him, it turns out letting people in only brings harm,

Broken, enraged, a once well-tempered patient boy now filled with the anger betrayal has caused him,

Broken, distraught, a once pure child, who thought everything was beautiful, now he lies in the darkness and looses himself, what have I become,

Rage, it consumes me, destroys me,

Forgiveness, it was something I looked for but do I really want it,

Love, I feel it yet it is not who I am it is not something I want,

Hatred, I love it, it makes me who I am, it creates the glare in my dark eyes besmirched by a lust for violence,

Pain, only mentally do I feel it, the blood I bleed feels good the blade like a soft stroke from her soft hand,

Anxiety, tearing me apart from the inside until I finally implode meeting my foul end,

Hysteria, the disorder and chaos eating away at my soul gashing its way to the core,

Chaos, I greet it with a grin, with excitement, I love it, watching those who thought they were in control fall apart, lose control, watching there soul be crushed in the iron fist of the lord of chaos,

Rage, forgiveness, love, hatred, pain, anxiety, hysteria, chaos, they all belong to me I am them and they consume me, they are who I am they are the figureheads that influence my every decision, some stronger than others yet all contributing to the rotting of my bleeding soul,

Scars, they line my skin like the embroidery upon a pale piece of linen,

Scars, they run deep and shine bright upon my back as the damaged flesh absorbs the light,

Scars, they are like the lines on a road marking the boundaries between lanes, only these boundaries represent those between sanity and insanity,

Scars, they are cold to touch yet a fire burns deep within still blazing from the day the icy metal blade sliced my flesh like a steak and spilt blood as if it were water from a tap,

Scars, they tingle sometimes as if the demons of my heart from times past dance upon them as they burn the ground that is my flesh with the heat that travels to there feet from their hatred filled hearts,

Scars, they may fade, maybe even disappear but the memories will never leave my mind, they create the deepest scars of all, they will never fade,

The rain, falling softly yet with speed upon the earth as the crisp pitter patter of the little drops of water land and burst upon the ground I look to the sky,

The rain, landing upon my skin, rolling down leaving a trail of its presence as it slowly shrinks dampening my scars,

The rain, streaming down from the clouds like the tears from my eyes as I fall to the ground, as my clothes become transparent as I become drenched in the mud of the sodden ground, the tears of the clouds and my own,

The rain, running down my spine like a cold finger with a sharp nail at its end, cutting, chilling,

The rain, slowing, each drop catching the light as if it were a magnifying glass held to the sun,

The rain, the last drop falls and the sun appears, revealing the world around, lifting the fog of the war thought within, revealing the path,

Put out the light, walk the path in darkness, stumble and fall, bleed and scar,

Put out the light, get up again, fumble for something to cling onto when all else falls away, but there is nothing,

Put out the light, struggle as your feet bleed upon the harsh sharp stones,

Put out the light, lose your concept of time and become lost in the dark,

Put out the light, the darkness consumes your world,

Put out the light, it is cold, you huddle in the dark as the rocks of everlasting pain fall upon your legs and break them, leaving you crippled in the dark,

Put out the light, all else is lost,

The demon inside, clawing, mauling at my soul, making it bleed,

The demon inside, growling, screaming, sometimes its rage comes to the surface, seething and lost I become,

The demon inside, its red bloodshot eyes glow through mine, showing the world what lies underneath,

The demon inside, pure evil, a lust for death, a lust to inflict pain upon others and bask in their screams, a dream that becomes more and more my own each day,

The demon inside, it is taking over making me into the twisted ball of rage that runs through it as its lifeblood,

The demon inside, it is me and I am it, we feed off each other,