Sitting on a bed, knife in hand
Blood running down your side
Thoughts drift back to when all you wanted was sand
When you got angry, all you did was hide
Those days were the best
Just standing in the field
Rain on your back, sun on your chest
Waiting for your fruit to be peeled
You truly miss those days
When people still loved and cared for you
Those thoughts fade in a haze
When you realise there is a monster inside you
Too cold hearted to care
Too angry to love
Go out, see a group of people, give them a dare
Then rip off the head of a dove
You have such a thirst for blood
Nothing else will quench the thirst
In your dreams, you see blood flow in a flood
As one by one hearts begin to burst
When you think about the problems in your heart
Your hands begin to shake
It feels like your world is falling apart
Like you are caught in an earthquake
You want to change who you are
But you don't know how to change
You look up and wish upon the brightest star
You soon begin to feel tired and strange
You go to sleep with just one hope
That you will be a changed man
And see life through a different scope
And enjoy life the best you can
©Josh West
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