Twisted

There’s this great deal of depression overtaken my soul,
Flooding deep within every inch that seems to make my mind whole.
Wondering and worrying of thoughts throughout the day,
What is to come of this dismay?
Floods of tears pour out in every expression,
more and more of this idolized depression.

Just the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life
The torture, the pain, the hurt
The discomfort I just might cause...
Why does it feel so right?

Is it my inability for caring?
Knowing the final act of hurt.
The final ability to screw others,
To give those who truly care
A lesson I haven't done before.

Do anyone hear me...
understand me.
I'm speaking in silence
Hoping that someone will see my words...
my message.
Hoping to find understanding.

Desolation,
Wide open space,
Between the walls and being free,
Emptiness and me,
Confusion and decisions,
Feelings hard to define,
And I say to myself,
Damn, just pop open that bottle and die.

Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm wrapped & twisted.