Psychotic Soul

I'm stuck in my room again.
All alone, but not really,
The voices in my head and the creatures facing reality
My only escape is a wand of death
Slowly killing me but not enough to end my breath
No, seems like nothing can sometimes.

I'm stuck in my room again.
Safe, but I'm not.
See, these creatures want me to rot,
To kill me. But in a way,
They are my friends.
They may be just that.

I'm stuck in my room again.
Wanting to die but knowing
There's too much blowing.
My friends, my family, my dearest,
Would follow me nearest.
An I would never forgive them.

I'm stuck in my room again,
Blocking out hell with a stick
In my mouth and music in my ears..
I did not pick
How I am, constantly consumed,
By my own mind, but I stand perfumed,
With guilt, torture, and pain...

I'm stuck.. In my room again,
Not sure where to turn.
To cut, to bruise, to burn,
Or to leave them to it..
Maybe I like it. Just a little bit...

(I'm sorry)