• That which controls my life
    Which owns my soul
    Hurts more then death
    Swinging moods
    Suicidal thoughts which flood my mind
    Makes life harder
    Then the death always fantasized about
    Friends are hard to obtain
    But even harder to hold onto
    Look back and wonder
    Where did I go so wrong?
    Love and hate
    Like never an option
    Black and white
    Gray to never be seen
    Hills and valleys
    My rocky terrain
    Therapy every week
    Scars that never heal
    Blades are my best friend
    Besides for pills that is
    Hospitals become a second home
    Never hoping for an end
    So much wasted potential
    That is who I am
    Or so I think