All I see

Everyone around me
Blood everywhere
Flowing out of mouths, necks, chests, stomachs
Splattered throughout,
Red painted on daggers
Flowing, dripping, killing
Like the sins they come from
Slicing through skin
Pouring out red velvet
And saving my head from what I know is there
What causes this, my imagination
To cover the other sins
With blood

What remains of me

Beaten to a pulp
Withered to a corpse
The form of a man
The mind of a beast
Feral. Desperate.
Battered to the breaking point
Taunt too tight
And what's left snaps
Into insanity

Dying inside

Why is it so painful?
The hurt, the betrayal  always raw and bleeding
To see what is to see, the truth
And to know that without me there would be no difference
The memory of me would be forgotten,
Buried into their minds deeper than the grave
To never be thought of again
How it feels to see it,
Betrayal hurts worse when it's indifferent
The thought of a knife seems slightly comforting...
To cease existence...how can it be done?
That step, that leap always starts with the thought
And the sweet knife that lets go
Loosens you from your pain,
While at the same time feeding it
Would you regret it?
I don't think I would...
It seems so simple, and yet how would it be started?
I have passed that point.  It lingers in my mind
Slowly decaying until I am useless to all
And that is when I will be dead inside

What would it be like to be invincible?

To know that nothing can hurt you

What would you do with that power?

Instead of hiding in the depths of your twisted soul

How would it change you?

The insecurity would flee

But would your mind go with it?

I know what it does

The cost of invincibility!

The toll of ostracism, 

Professional and cold

You see people and know they cannot hurt you

Because you never give them your trust, 

Or your concern, your love or your friendship

Stay away and never live

Because invincibility has a cost

And mine was isolation

Would it be better to go back?

To be that monster of hate and despair?

I would like to know but regression scares me

I must try, I feel the hurt

It was depression but it was comfortable self hate

Rather than opening up for wounds of betrayal