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What Have I Become?

Looking Through The Mirror Of My Past, Trying To Pick Up The Pieces Of Broken Glass.
Trying To Find A Way Out, Hell What Is This Life All About?
Trying To Figure Out Why I’m So Broken Inside.
Jealous Of The Ones Who Have Passed Me By, They Know What’s On The Other Side.
I Wish There Was A Way To Compromise The Ways Of Life And Death.
Craving The Right To Understand And Feel The Ways Of A Tarred Soul.
Forgetting The Old And Embracing The New
While Memories Fade To Ashes And The Reflection In The Mirror Fade To Black.
The Constant Heart Ach Pounding In My Chest And Breaking Away At My Mind Causing Damage To My Skull.
The Tears Fall To The Ground Colliding In Time With The Blood,
The Blood Of My Heart As It Leaks Out Onto The Floor
I Watch The Needle Pulled From My Arm And My Vision Blur
The Sounds Of Screaming Become Louder And More Vivid
Then The Scars On My Wrist
The Wounds Breaking Through To My Lungs.
Suffocation Becomes Known As They Make Me Take A Seat And They Put Amphetamines In The Air And Make Me Breath.
I See Your Tear Stained Face Crying Out From Rejection
I Know What You Feel As You Stand Over My Grave
I Was Blood Inside Your Broken Heart,
I Was The Stone That You Had Held
So Tightly As You Stood Before The Sea Watching
As The Tide Began To Rise,
The Waves Collapsing Over You
Forcibly Taking Everything You Used To Know Without A Care In The World.
You Found The Shattered Pieces Of Glass Inside The Room You Used To Sleep You Watched It Fall As You Hit The Ground.
Now What Have I Become?
No Longer The Light Inside Your Heart.
What Have I Become?
Thoughts Like Shadows Running Through My Mind.
What Have I Become?
Nothing More Than A Dark Thought In This World
A Savior For Those Whose Thoughts Resort To Suicide
Whose Hearts Find Joy And Comfort In The Ways Of The Blade.
Its Stabbing Thorns Into My Soul,
The Reaper Stand At My Door.
Asking Me The Same Question I Have All My Life.
“What Have You Become?”
When The Cold Reaches Your Broken Heart And You Finally Realize I Have Passed,
Remember I Was The Warmth You Had Felt
When You Knew Everything Was Over
And The Blood Had Fallen From The Blade To The Floor.
I Was The Warmth Of Your Blood That Spread Cross Your Wrist.
I Promise Its Not As Hard To Live As It Is To Die And Leave Everyone Behind.