Twisted

Twisted

There’s this great deal of depression overtaken my soul,

Flooding deep within every inch that seems to make my mind whole.

Wondering and worrying of thoughts throughout the day,

What is to come of this dismay?

Floods of tears pour out in every expression,

more and more of this depression.

Just the thought of death

The feeling of ending this life

The torture, the pain, the hurt

The discomfort I cause,

Why does it feel so right?

Is my inability from caring?

Knowing the final act of hurt

The final ability to screw others

To give those who truly care

A lesson I haven't done before?

Do anyone hear me, understand me

I'm speaking in silence

Hoping that someone will see my words, my message

Hoping to find understanding.

Desolation,

Wide open space,

Between the walls and being free,

Emptiness and me,

Confusion and decisions,

Feelings hard to define,

And I say to myself,

Damn, just pop open that bottle and die.

Harsh words & violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I'm wrapped & twisted