My Hell

They say I'm weak,
As I watch the blood trickle down.
Every little story,
It's made me weak, right?

Every little thought,
Has broken me down.
Like building blocks,
Slowly crumbling down.

Don't take this too far,
With a cup full of my tragic blood.
Say I'm different,
Nothing you've ever seen before.

They'll say I have no emotion,
Than why am I breaking down?
Shaking to the bone,
I'm just a little scaredy cat.

Tears streaming,
Blood dripping.
An ocean of your sweet scent,
Letters burned to hell.

I'm slowly breaking,
Slowly dying.
A lost soul,
Shaking in the middle of hell.

Blood trickling down.
This is my hell.
Living in insanity,
It's all in my head though.
This is my hell.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is my hell, a hell no one will ever understand
~Thomas