Close to the Edge

The bleeding wounds that you see,
It's a glimpse to what's inside of me;
Without these scars you'd never know -
Just how far for the next time I'll go.

And though the blood escapes from my heart,
And try they might yet cannot depart;
My soulless eyes will never tear,
Nightmares there to reassure my fear.

Under the moonlight I can't hide the loneliness,
Marked by the flesh that creates my release;
The inner struggle simplified by what I do -
So many secrets behind these eyes of blue.

With all of this it isn't the attention I seek,
Dying each time pain reaches a new peak;
Try as I might it's only getting worse,
Only trying to relieve this inflicted curse.

The only thing to feel is the pain,
Created by a blade forming a stain;
But if another fight or careless word
My soul cries out, desperate to be heard.

How I wish that life could be sweet,
Sweet bliss instead of constant defeat.
Perhaps to death I may pledge
To finally fall over the edge.