I dove into this sorrow
Saw my life be swept away with the current
I turned off my mind
But lost so much
For the damage is irreversible
I am against myself
I don't want to die
But living seems unbearable
This darkness spreads to those around
Scowls and anger rise
Can they not see the anguish
Why can they not hear my cries
Surely they will hear my silence
That will last forevermore
An eternal cradle
That will soothe my broken mind
Childhood has slipped away
Who is this now
My own life
From my pity to sorrow
They all posses the same light
I do wish
For a rust blade
A serene forest to run red
Will their understanding grow
Can their empathy blossom
For this hunger is a weed
Feeding off my soul
I must take the pesticide
And let the flowers feed off my blood
I have run them dry
Just as life has run me
I ride my sorrow
Like a peasant begs
I cannot choose but I happily receive
I am ravenous for relief
A noose to choke my cries
A blade to numb my mind
Perhaps this is best
A life with no lead
For I was born with no light
My dull eyes cannot find the path
They are to loud
But yet I cannot hear them
I lay famished and parched
While surrounded by sustenance
My withered body cannot rise against
This weak mind obliges to the urge
I can't wait for the day I succumb to my own misery
The only thing I have left
Is the very thing that is eating away at my mind
What is it
To live in such raw pain
To have a deathwish bestowed upon your very soul
Questions echo through my mind
Like screams rattling through an empty hallway
Dusty corridors will never see the dawn of light
Thrown into darkness
There is no way out
The air has curdled
and makes my lunges heavy
Sleepy eyes get no rest
For my dreams are haunted
An infested mind
Ruined, starved, beaten
Substances are the only cushion
The only way to deafen these screams
But it rebounds with a vengeance
All that is left is death
The final breath
That will set my mind free from this curse
Dear child, do you not see?
The creased faces that dance and plea.
Child, can you not hear?
The screams yet to have endear.
Sweet child, why are you not afraid?
Haunting memories that have yet to be made.
Oh, child, why can you not see?
You are the withered face that was once free.
Lies, child, will you not hear?
It was you that caused the anguish and fear.
Filthy child, you should be afraid,
the dance of terror that you crusade.
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