Inside my brain the paths are crossed.
The chemicals revolt, the mind is lost.
Skewed world vision passes my eyes.
The words that I hear translated to lies.
Hostility holds me in its loving embrace.
I'd love nothing better than to smash your face.
I worry you hear the words of my thought.
I'm afraid they follow and soon I'll be caught.
Whispers drive me to the point of despair.
I never believed and I'll never care.
I don't want people to feel for me.
Don't give me a title that I'll never be.
In razors I find a sort of salvation.
I test my body with bouts of starvation.
I won't listen to reason so don't even try.
you can see in my face I just want to die.
Suicide whispers sweet words in my ear.
Death is my lover and I hold her dear.
Is it some kind of cowardice that keeps me alive.
Or concern for the pain of those that survive.
Maybe one day A wall will break.
And if I'm lucky it's my life I'll take.