Lying in this bed of sorrow
I fall deeper into a pit of depression
Cut my wrists, a little deeper, now
Severing yet another vein
I find my only motivation
through these tears
through this pain
through my fears
and in this shame.
I curse myself, in being so bitter
I reach out for help, no one comes
I look for you, you're not there
I laugh, though I shouldn't
I cry at the loss.
I'm at war with myself
Torn between two emotions
hating love
and
loving hate
my mind is such a mess.
