Sometimes when I'm alone,
awake in the deep night,
my thoughts take over,
and give me a fright.
They all hit at once,
and go a hundred miles an hour,
speeding through my mind,
and making me cower.
Cower in fear of myself,
of what I want in my head,
because it all leads to
me being dead.
I remember the nights,
when I sat there and bled,
and all I focused on,
was the dripping red.
I remember sitting there,
watching the blood run,
and thinking in my head,
maybe I can finally be done.
Now when the thoughts hit,
I'm scared out of my mind,
I don't want to go back to then,
I've left my bleeding behind.
