A Dangerous Game

Alone,
Hidden deep within the depths of my soul.
I’m left with nothing but only memories,
to remind me constantly of the day you walked out of my life.
The scenes replay inside my mind,
Reopening the scars upon my heart.
As the sun sets and darkness rolls in,
There isn’t a tear left to shed.
The burning sensation inside my heart settles in and takes over…

Alone in the dark,
I’m held prisoner to a dangerous and infectious game.
Emotionally drained, yet inside I still feel so much.
I need to release everything that’s building up inside.
Inside I want to scream and shout,
break the mirror that keeps reminding me how I really look inside.
I want to take everything inside and throw them around,
Tear my room apart and leave it in pieces.
Inside I’m a boiling pot of water,
but I can’t bring myself to lift a feather
I feel like death has come upon me,
as I lay on my bed look up at the ceiling,
Waiting for nothing,
but hoping something will come take me away.
Sick of waiting and doing nothing,
I take charge of what’s left of my life, and reach under my bed.
Inside a brown shoe box are all the tools I need to escape the life I’m living.
A bottle of aspirin,
Butcher knife,
Rope,
Razor blades,
And a 9 mm
Lie inside.
Tonight I hold the razor blade to the insides of my wrists,
digging into the white flesh with a vengeance,
laughing as pain screams at me and the room slowly fades into darkness.