Silence echoes through the mind,
Emptiness reigns supreme.
Darkness is the friend I need,
But she cannot be found.
Pain fills the very soul,
And desperately I seek
For any escape from this hurt
That burns into my core.
Oblivion would be
A welcome thing, indeed,
But not even so trivial a thing
Is granted unto me.
Blood runs freely from the wrist
A outlet for the suffrage,
But what becomes of
A broken dream
Once it has been cast aside?