Writing in the fucked up book in my head.
Cold pain of reality sweeps over
Uncontrolling so unknowing.
It takes me away
To place I only know so well.
Taking over my life in a blur.
I try to stop it but I wont budge.
Fighting. Crying.
But the tear seize to come.
While the blade grazes the untouched canvas of skin.
As I watch the blood fall on the floor.
Captivated by the pain released
By the memories that instantly seized.
The white stained red.
Mesmerizes my mind .
Taking everything I have ever known
Crossing it out in red
In this fucked up book in my head.
As I fall in the floor with the tears of blood.
Only to hate the life I lead
But the only one I know.
The one that will happen again.