Painted Red
Glint of silver
Flash of red
Nothing but pain and insanity
The feeling of madness creeping slowly into your mind
Pain that makes you want to scream
It makes you crazy
Endless, unreachable pain
An itch that you can't seem to scratch
Emotionless, out of control
Why doesn't it just end?
Fingers painted with red
Blood trickling down your arm
Life starts to fade
Consciousness begins to leave
You're emotionless, painless
Finally, it's gone
The screaming pain,
The never-ending torture
Is finally at an end
And so are you.
Destroyed
It's everywhere.
The horrible thoughts about ourselves,
the nasty looks we give others,
the reality our lives have become.
How did life go from carefree living and having fun
to this?
Didn't life used to be perfect?
Wasn't it everything you could want?
You had everything before
And now you have nothing.
What's the point?
How do you go from having everything and being perfect
to being everything you once despised in life
and having absolutely nothing to live for?
Will this rough patch ever pass?
When will the dark cloud dissipate?
Will we ever see the sun again?
This feeling,
this horrible feeling.
It's everywhere
and we just can't seem to escape it.
Because somehow,
we've managed to destroy ourselves
little bit by little bit.
We may never be the same people we once were;
Now we're destroyed.
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