Gone Away

It’s dark, I see no light

The sheets concealed red stains under cover of the night

Sleeping in blood, all that flows through my head haunts me

My consciousness itself has become a nightmare

Thoughts flowing through me of blood and self-mutilation

Gives me chills and gets me crying and excited

Excited for my blade, that says I’m always invited

Cut away, cut away, cut away all my problems

And cutting away all my dreams

I ask for no help because no help will save me

I’ve accepted this reality of pain and distress

Willing to rot away in isolation

But my feelings, I cannot help to confess

Part of me still longs for help, but is becoming suppressed