Mind.

My mind is a battlefield 

Screaming, shouting, shrieking;

Is there no peace in this dark place?

What did I do, to deserve this war?

It's murder on my soul - 

Not death;

Murder.

Raping me of my life,

Of my innocence.

Now tainted blood has spilled on my hands,

I'll no longer live a life of purity.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me for being this way,

I need help, I need comfort.

I need sanity.

Everything is spinning,

Closing in on me.

Please, just save me from myself.