May 27, 2012 20:19
As anger and guilt
are awoken and built
something is rising
a sense of despising
hatred and fears
loneliness and tears
It is anew born
as my heart is torn
to whom can I speak
when I am so weak
who could I tell
of how far I fell
Sharp as ice
endorphins entice
I cant stop this dread
I will again see red
cutting,
me,
emo,
help