Lost Souls

Tormented souls stabbing at blackened hearts Hanging from ropes, dangle still warm bodies Bending over the sink trying to lose whatever contents are left inside Mayabe it's a large pill bottle right at your fingertips tempting you to take one too many Or maybe it's just substances that make your nose bleed, fog your brain, or thin your lungs Drining burning liquids that cause you to forget what happened when you wake up Maybe you have a small gun that seems to fit just right in your hand when you feel the time is right Or is it that stack of spare razors you keep hidden in the back of your closest Wonder what makes some one pick their poison Is it written within us that one of these will end each and every one of us? Is it the feeling that we get when the pain grazes our skin? Cold bodies and warm hands Vacant eyes and empty arms Lie so deep it cuts like a knife Shadows break through dawn's low lights Dirt mixed in with stardust Dreams no longer, your nightmares now wander Run, hide, and get away from what's inside Bury it deep down and wish it gone Swallow down your suffering Careful, beware don't get scared We all have demons inside us They're no longer beside us Maybe we are so bruised and damaged that it left us empty We are all just pieces of broken glass waiting for someone to fix us Someone comes near and you put out your sharp edges that only cause fear Ops, there goes falling tears cascading down hollow cheeks A barrier of burned bridges and nimble fingers Dangerous care-givers, we are Who are we kidding? We are empty Surrounded by fragments of the past Torn at the edges and ripped to pieces Will we begin again or is this the end?