silent scream

With all the pieces of this shattered soul
I never have felt so truly alone
The empty shell that seems to be
Is all that is really left of me

Not a broken heart, just a rancid hole
A rotting wound that is never gone
An oozing vessel that won’t subside
Leaves me with nothing to hide

What is this vapid life of fake concern and sterile objection?
A purgatory existence with no hope for honest affection
There is no silence, there is a cacophony in my head
The voices that scream, I’m better off dead

As I cut through the skin
I feel the knife start to glide
There is nothing but blood as my life starts to slide
Finally there is silence, an end to the pain

I welcome the darkness that encompasses as I drain.

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