Life can be dull and boring,
Even though there are exciting events,
Mine has all been saddness and worry,
Although I have tried to make the best of it,
But the scars tell the story,
The story of pain and grief,
People walk straight past me,
Not caring about what I'm doing,
The streams of red runs down my hands,
It seems like the essence of life is draining,
I am getting Drained of Vitality,
As though there is nothing Left for me,
The world has collapsed around me,
My home is being taken away,
There is no place to hide my fears,
To sit in peace and cry,
To let the saddness andgrief be released,
By day I hide my feelings,
At night I let them fly,
Be it anger, grief or even agony,
When i slip into this dimension of mine,
Nobody can get to me or even bring me back,
I'll come back when I'm ready,
Not when you want me too,
I'll take my life in my hands,
And drop it over the edge.

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