Times Like These...

It's times like these I could cut myself again
Or even contemplate reaching my end
Before the world's clock even came to its last stroke
I'm really becoming such an unhappy little bloke
I see around the things I could use
To harm my fragile body, and give it abuse
To slice into this pale skin of mine
Because I find it hard to respect it as my shrine 
Kill me, hurt me, hit me and make me bleed 
And don't come to rescue me in my hour of need
Even if I beg and crawl and moan
Just ignore the crying and allow me to moan
I want to be left in this dire state of hopelessness
Even though I know this death will ne'er lead me to holiness
I pulsate in my agony, and look down, not up
I am but on the devils side of this chaotic prenup 

Reviews

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That first line caught me, this feels really honest

[Liamesq]

First of all I'd like to thank you for the comment, it means a lot to have any of my work even recognised, and as a young writer this is something I find incredibly rewarding
The first line is almost a summary of a mood I fell into a while back; I had been having a very bad time (given the somewhat obvious reasoning behind the title) but things did become a burden and I felt the best way to express such an emotion is to do it simplistically, which is why this line is both honest and, to some, hard-hitting.
I find it I intriguing, how do you mean 'caught you'? In a way of empathy or otherwise ?