Intrusive thoughts

pierce my skin like a bullet.

wounds so deep

I can only see red.

It's pouring out,

I'm pouring out

It's four in the morning and I'm nearly passed out.

I'm ignoring my needs

all I see are my wants,

If you ask why I want this for myself

I don't have a better clue than you do

but all you should know is I'm already through

through with your expectations

through with the shit you fill my head

everything's blurry

all I can see is red

I guess this is what I wanted though:

to finally be dead.