GREAT

the scars are rough
begging to be open
the thoughts are burning
waiting to show them

the knife is still sharp
itching to slice
my wrist is tinling
it is its choice

my mind is going crazy
still bleeding from the last time
my heart is broken
and this is its rhyme

my eyes are wet
raining still
they are there
waiting for the kill

you are there
watching me silently
im here
me and my insanity

you brought this on
good going
im almost gone
its my turn to show them
show them what youve done...