Sometimes I lose myself in my mind
I feel things beyond a power of which is my heart
I feel a color beyond black
Hurting for life
I feel like I want to commit suicide
Cut myself
Watching the crimson drip down my limbs
It’s a comforting feeling
To see how I can hurt myself
A body to disperse from its normal self
Gazing into the looking glass
I no longer see something I want to be
I want it to go away
Open fist now turning red
Take the glass
I think in my head
Stick it in your side
These rules of life I can no longer abide
All the days I couldn’t stand
Following nights where I cried
Something secluding
Something like a suicide


 
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