I had a collision with myself today
I ran into myself, and then ran away

I wanted nothing more than to just disappear
I was sick of this life, and this living in fear…


Everywhere I turned my shadow was close behind
I closed my eyes, wishing I were blind

I felt I was being followed, but no one was near
I looked around me, and the coast was all clear…


I was sitting in a red room
With mirrored walls it seemed
I had to break the silence
I just felt I had to scream…
With one leg crossed over the other
In a position they call Indian Style
I couldn't help but ask myself
If any of this was worth while…


The louder my screams got
The more the walls began to tremble
I could see glass coming down around me
The walls cracked, as the panes began to disassemble…



I think I'd had one too many pills
And perhaps a bit too much to drink
I was starting to hallucinate
And it was getting harder to think…


The beautiful white carpet
Flawless from seam to seam
Was no match for my bleeding wrists
I wanted red to be seen…


My body slowly lie flaccid
As my broken veins did fall
I no longer wanted this pain
I wanted nothing at all…


Curled tightly in a ball
sloppily left upon the floor
I was cold and trembling
And lying by the door…


In walked the people I feared
The people I never wanted to become
Looking down at my ghastly pale body
And my arms which had become numb…


As I tried to focus
My eyes began to tear
For the people I had just seen walk in
Were never really there


Lying on the floor alone
In a crimson wave of blood
I finally decided to close my eyes
I was giving up for good….




I had a collision with myself today
I ran into myself, and then ran away
In front of the mirrors was where it all began
So there I stood once again, with my pills in hand.

10/09/2007

Posted on 10/09/2007
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