Random Depressing poetry... yeah I know I'm depressing live with it!

Coming Down

As children we are taught

To love and accept

All of God's people

For they are the children of God

As we get older, we learn

That even though we accept

We will never be accepted

Some accept this denial

And others, like myself, lash out

We become hateful and violent

But in the end, who do we hate?

Ourselves.

We turn against our own being

We grab that blade and slice

And chop and peck

At our very own flesh

Until it resembles a ship

That has been ravaged by waves

Each time we pick up that blade

We die more and more

Eventually becoming empty

And as the blade cuts too deeply

We begin to panic and fear

That what we're doing is wrong

But does it really even matter?

Isn't the world better off this way?

And as we think such things

It becomes too late

Either we end up on the floor

Encased in dark crimson

As it seeps into the wood below

Or we are caught by another

And the consequences are cataclysmic

Family counseling, 24 hour surveillance

Everything falls apart beneath our feet

And we begin to come down

And once we hit the bottom

We are not who we were

We have been altered, modified

We are not perfect, just like you wanted

So then, why do we go back to it?

Why do we continue doing this?

I guess we do it because we have to

From being hit and yelled at

To picked at and overanalyzed

We have no other means of escape

Than to tear at our flesh until it is nothing

Until we are nothing, just an empty shell

Of a self that we don't remember

We are coming down.