From my sad bleeding eyes.
My old world is gone,
My young heart dies.
Mountains once doorways,
Have turned into walls.
I sit alone and wait,
For the day the Lord calls.
My passion and will
Have melted to a numb pain.
My motivations and joys,
Now barely keep me sane.
I have no where to run,
No desire to hide.
All of my truths,
I now know lied.
The air I breathe,
Sours in my lung.
The song of my soul,
Has already been sung.
Satan has crept
Through footholds in my path.
My mind cares not,
Only my heart fears God’s wrath.
I pick up my razor,
To drain crimson worries from my wrist.
My life I have lived,
Now my death I have kissed.
Glass tears fall
From my sad bleeding eyes.
My old world is gone,
My young heart dies.
Age 15