Fire ablaze in my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, crying, calling out,
A final, desperate, frantic shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade goes in my side,
Cause all hope inside has died.
As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The Devils toys with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.
I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it seem a lot less real,
A deal with the devil, in blood must I seal.
They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a blade, rope, or pills,
That broke my soul, gave me chills.
I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not **** what was already dead,
A twisted heart, an empty head.
I beckon the devil, with the key of self harm,
And I open the door, with the blood of my arm.
