Personal Insanity.

I sit here very fragile in this dark room. 
Razor blade in hand,waiting for my doom. 
Blood running down my wrists like a river. 
Watching it makes me sometimes shiver... 
 
I do this for two reasons,and two reasons I'll state.
Being insecure and being pressured put me in an emotional crate.
Trapped and alone.
Left to die to the rotten bone.
 
But above that,I am made of two beautiful monsters.
One sees the light and beauty and security of the lonesome Earth.
The other see the horror and misery and pain of the enlightened Earth. 
It's a constant battle to stay alive with these warriors... 
 
My mind is nothing but a battlefield to my two sides.
Sometimes light wins the innocence of the vicious tides. 
Sometimes dark wins to conquer my mind in misery and pain.
It leaves me nastily slain...
 
I do hear the voices in my head.
Others think I'm crazy by what they read.
I'm dying due to myself.
I never knew it would end up sitting on this shelf,
Recovering myself by physical pain,
I thought it was a personal gain. 
 
The unfortunate thing is it hurts everyone around me...
All the ones I love surround me with no fee...
I know it pains them to see me like this...
But the blood feels so good from my wrist... 
 
I'm going to die from the insanity of the war in my mind.
They are forever with me through bind.
My own insanity will be the death of me...
 

Only time now can help on in certain need of thee. 

Author's Note

OLD.And really dark.Really,really dark.