• My heart is nestled in the blackness I call my soul
    The dark coldness possessing me, controlling me
    Days, weeks, months, years pass and the coldness grows
    I feel myself pull away from everything that is happy
    The soul that shows through my eyes are blank
    The aliveness if my smile gone as I grow older
    The child you knew has been thrown to the hellhounds of my mind
    Though...I hear a voice
    Tiny...but there...
    A voice that screams in the darkness, that cries for help
    It wants to be freed from the darkness...
    It screams for the happiness unknown to my dark heart
    I answer to that voice...
    I take the blade with the stains of my past
    I run it repeatedly across my scarred wrist
    The thoughs grow louder...stronger
    Tears stream down my cheeks
    As my blood runs down my wrist
    I scream, the feelings of my soul pouring out as my blood does
    Wings of fire wrap around my iced heart
    Days, weeks, months, years of blackness melt away
    The weight of pain and hurt lift from my shoulders
    The voice won out...
    I'm free...forever...