Losing My Edge

I've got scratches on my hands,
And cuts on my knees.
Gothic idols cannot believe.
There is not much left for me.
And the lines begin to blur,
Between dreams and reality.
No one says it willingly,
But I lack personality.
Things are getting complicated,
And I'm losing my edge.
The silent screams,
Seem to grow louder instead.
I can't seem to hear,
My own thoughts anymore,
And for that I am glad--
I can't take it anymore!