Suicidal Thoughts

I take no comfort
In these suicidal thoughts
I take no time
To think and what not

Knives, ropes, drugs, blood
A disease to the mind
Time, place, how, why
Unhappiness and pleasures of a kind

Obsession and bad habits
Breaking and biting my nails
Lost in this damn dark corner
Screaming as everything fails

Crying as blood drips down me
Washing away all that is real
Confusion is my only friend
It is what I'm forced to feel

Depression came from a disease
I count all the peices of broken hearts
As I take no comfort
In these suicidal thoughts.

~Crystal~