I lie in shadows,
Bleeding away my happiness.
A filthy unwashed gutter
Too worthy a bed.

Such painful sanity,
And terrifying awareness
Rip recursive holes in my mind.

I scream inside
And cannot stop,
Each breath between
Inhales self-hatred.

I tear out my self and soul
With bloody violence.
I don’t want them,
I despise them.

They might be me,
Or just something to destroy.
And I knew,
Oh god I knew
The emptiness within.

Broken bottles and rusting cans.
If I could cut myself to pieces
With these poor tools,
Would I still remain
A dark stain
On the world?