I am the darkness that fills this space.
I cannot be the light that brightens your face.
My fallen soul cannot be replaced.
My heart remains broken in this wicked place.
I am the hate that creeps around in your soul
That hate that makes me feel whole.
I am the pain that cries out
That feeling that makes you scream and shout.
I am the blood that trickles down your arms
The emotional high that causes you harm.
I am that blade that drags across your wrists
Its effects are not what you would call bliss.
I am the thoughts of suicide running through your head
That one that's telling you to pull the trigger while you're laying in bed.
I am the tears in your eyes
The ones that fall with your sorrow goodbyes.
I am the nightmares that disrrupt your dreams
They keep you awake and drown out your light beams.
I am the open wounds that lay upon your skin
Those that you reopen every night to satisfy your sin.
I am the scars that you created with that blade
Although the wounds have healed, they will never ever fade.
I am the bullet that penetrates your brain
This act you know will leave you to die in vain.