Dark Morbid Thoughts 2

I'm all alone in a room full of people.
I can feel every vein pulsing and every beat of my dying heart.
When I fall asleep they'll be waiting, watching, laughing.
The little demons inside my head begging to be free.
They call to me giggling,
"Cut a little deeper,"
"Just one more."
I feel their eyes haunting me like my past.
The horrid little voices make me scratch at my arms until they bleed.
I don't want to go home and see the taunting blade,
And wonder how much I'd bleed.
I don't want to give in, but it's what's keeping me sane,
If you could call me that.
I suppose by now I've already gone mad, but that's a matter for another day.

by squirrelluver2
posted on 04/22/2008