Sweet Relief
There is no reality
only a world built in lies,
or maybe it's me.
Am I real or just a figure of mind?
I'm numb and my heart is frozen cold
Alone in this world.
Poison needles are stuck deep into my soul,
slowing down the beat of my pulse.
I turned my head
saw the knife
It's glistening blade
glittered dangerously,
but it appealed to me.
Seducing me.
I don't know what came over me,
maybe I was desperate
to feel so something... anything...
because the next thing I know
is that there is blood on my arms.
I expected the pain to come,
might have even longed for it,
but there was none.
I was denied of emotions,
even denied of pain
and so I asked myself again,
when will I taste my sweet relief?
When will I be freed?
but as usual, there was no answer provided.
I'm on my own,
with no place to call, a home.
