Everything's fucked up;
My whole world is a mess.
My mind is screaming,
The pressure rising.
Though I feel like dieing,
I know I can't give up trying.
I need relief from this disorientating stress;
Something to help me make it through the day.
Endlessly my mind goes back to it…
Tortured by its sick temptation
Of letting the object relieve my frustration.
To watch and feel it pierce my skin, bite the flesh…
Really I'm trying to stay strong and make it without,
But from pain, there is a promise
That takes almost everything for me to turn the other way
And not fall for the bait of the blade.
(I'm staying strong and am making it without)