The dark place

It seems that every time something goes wrong,
I return to the dark place.

The deep crevice of my mind,
a thick viscous black liquid of despair.
So I can just lay there,
and drown.

It's here that I spend most times I'm gone,
when my manicism takes a hold
and I'm choked by the stagnant air
of my own depression and anxiety.

It's the voice who clings on my shoulders
and whispers the worst things to come,
it's because of me this happened.

It's because you weren't as giving.
It's because you weren't submissive enough.
It's because you are a crybaby.
It's because you're lazy.
It's because you were born.

Who would ever love a creature who drives so many,
into the darkest places
because that's where you thrive.

You ruined his life.
You ruined her life.
You ruined her body.
You abandoned them.
You broke his heart.

It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault.







You always dreamed of being an angel,
maybe it's time your walk off the overpass...