Crisis Intervention

I burn from the inside out
Blood tears out of my skin
Cause there's no other way out

Scrape and bleed
Cry, don't breathe

Life blinds
All you see

Stuck in moments that never last
You're just pieces of the past
And I can't distinguish what is real
So I cut myself enough to feel

My lungs are black and filled with death
They can never understand
The thoughts at best

Drowning without a voice to call
I'll drown forever, now
Broke the last wall.

Diagnosis: Lascivious

Trigger, bullets speed
Yellow flashes of light.
Sunbeam slash,
Struck like golden lightning.

Your spirit burns
And out of the wound,
Fly out empty whistled tunes.

Made of life
That is not my own.

Combine your blood

With mine.

Shell

I really lost my heart.
And this time I can't find it.
I call for it,
I look for it.
It is nowhere.
All that leads me, is my mind.
All I hear is my mind,
So I listen.

It could be up to me to change.
But instead, I sit here waiting..
Because it always feels like there is something that is going to happen.
Something, an awakening, anything.
Nothing ever happens. And the waiting will not. ever. stop.
Right?

So do I force myself up out the door and try to find sanity
within the crowds and routine lived by others?
Creating the same thing for myself...?

I am looking for my heart,
because I have blocked off everything I can feel.

And I can't feel.
So, I don't know
What I care about.

I try to dig that knife into my skin,
Into my wrists.
Just so that I can feel SOMETHING.

And I wake up to examine the marks I left.
I need to know that I am real. I need to feel it.
But instead.
I am just dead.
I am just...empty.

Just a shell.