Better Off Alone??

I hike alone, feet dragging through the surface A trail of blood is left in my path Confusion clouds my conscious minds' cogs. My air ceases its flowing as all effort is put to keeping the scream in My eyes search for the crimson's source. . . Am i wounded by the lack of words? The lack of love? The loneliness that reeks havoc upon my soul? The air pushes at the walls of my lugs, it burns I begin to slowly let it slip from my lips when its path is abruptly stopped Constriction. . .confusion. .. There is a heart in my hands. It is broken and bloodied No wonder i feel nothing, I am senseless The heart is no longer connected It barely, barely beats My inner demons screech and claw at my skin They call to their comrades seated in the depths of despair I can feel them cracking the surface They push through I no longer have the will to run, to hide What is the point? Would anyone hear me scream? Would it matter if i'm gone? They know the answer, that is why i'm preyed upon The same things the others said That i was better off dead This they know, they feed upon my anguish As my scars grow