And Death Will Be Thy Answer

Scream into nothing
Try to wish away the world
Only to realize you're still
Exactly where you started
Only now you're worse
Cut up
And torn at the wrists
Forget about the seams
Mind bleeding from thoughts too painful
Like the blood running down your arms
And splattering on the white carpet
Against the four walls that cage you
That hold you hostage to your own hate
Pinning you under a microscope
To study your every flaw
HOW DARE THEY!
A divine cult of infinate possibilities
None involving your survival
And an ancient HATRED
So thick that not even Excalibur
Could cut through it
Running in circles
Shattering everything within reach
Throwing broken dreams and red droplets to the floor
Dehumanizing yourself
Killing your passions
And finding ways to kill yourself
Screaming out for help
Because you need someone to get a knife
Or a medic
Doubting everything that you are
("Emo", spiteful, naive)
And praising everything that you're not
(Beautiful, smart, kind)
And picking up the razor
For what you know is your last time
And STABBING it into your blood-soaked skin
Watching it spurt out of your angry swollen veins
As if with a vengence
Before falling to the ground
And slipping slowly into Death
And your last thought?
Red Beauty