I come home and I cut and I cut and I cut. But it doesn’t take away the pain of the words. It doesn’t get rid of how dirty I feel inside. It doesn’t ease the low and it no longer brings with it a high. I just see the blood and I stare at it and wonder where the happiness has gone, where my life has gone. I am a shell. Sucked dry with nothing left to give. No love left to share.
Is this really happening to me?
Becoming so blind that I can’t see
The path that is right before my eyes,
Leading to my very demise?
I cry out into the night,
The features of my face etched with fright.
I’m sorry I hurt you.
I’m sorry I hurt me, too.
Calling out for some kind of hope,
Smoking so much dope,
Taking so much blame,
Inflicting so much pain…
This is the anthem of the eternally damned
And this finger is forever jammed
Down my throat
To try to keep me afloat.
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all….
