Drifting into the realms of the unwell. Shifting, slipping down the slope to Hell. Rattling off my eardrums. Cackling; the yells, the yells, the yells Gnashing of the teeth, lashing Slow motion, I watch myself crashing Gnawing and clawing I used to walk, but now I'm crawling Day by day, stuck and stalling It's quite appalling That slippery slope Makes you loose hope That hope that once helped you cope To hang myself, I had just enough rope Coincidentally, incidentally I've lost the memory intentionally Falling and falling And I'm mainly bawling And your name I'm calling You can only save yourself Only you can give yourself help

My heart is pounding out of my chest I long and strive for final rest I want this to end Goodbye, my dear old friend You have comforted me for so long False comfort, because the problems remained strong My mind was gone, is gone Has been gone for too long Sick, sadistic, self-inflicted Tricked, malicious, unpredicted Predetermined, learned, and relearned Insanity, doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. If that's insanity.. we're all insane. It will never come to a halt Expectations are ironic Few are minor, most are chronic What's the result? It's all my fault. It will always be my fault. In the words of my father, "It's fun to point the finger" Until the finger is on the trigger.

Pent up resentment Boiling inside, bubbling up about to fountain over the sides. Why am I here? Why did I let myself get this way? Why couldn't I keep in the clear? Why couldn't I stay far away? I resent my pent up resentment. Worries and hurries I despise the desperation I cry about my contemplation I weap about my weary worries I tried to tackle my temptation Temptation took me circling around Dependency drove me down Dug me deep, deep, deep underground Underground where I will eventually inevitably will drown Spiraling the drain Drained of life Am I insane? This splitting splicing membrane Deranged Sane Mind rearranged If I ever find my mind I can't complain

They won't change their minds. Estranged pride. As the blind will lead the blind. Deranged mind. The only damage you've done was to yourself. You've set sight to the sun. No need for self destructive help. And you'll go blind, blinder in due time. You have specifically designed. Unchanged mind. Designs that you have perfectly aligned. Exchanged your time. You were dragging me behind. I know your mind is inclined. Inclined to feed into all the lies. Now you're confined. And now, I have to leave you behind. I'm grasping for air to be alive. But being bound is all I find. No changing their minds. My sight rearranged, scrambled to find. Though, never fully blind. I could still see through one eye. Yet, you still follow the blind. Those who are blind and malign. My range has grown, my eyes and mind are affined. You used to glow, you used to shine. But your deranged mind is now undefined. Strange times. But our lives are so intertwined. Bear in mind, you've disinclined. You were too unkind. Just must have slipped your mind. I'm no longer there to remind. Steady, strange times. Ready, behind enemy lines. You, combined with most of mankind.

There's a little girl, standing still, seeing nothing but hate. Staring blindly, absorbing every last scream.. It must be fate. Mind like a sponge, soaking every last word. Oh, but she was never heard. No, she was never heard. Continually seeing the blinding light, when she closes her eyes. She squeezes tighter now, and her shirt is no longer dry. As she slowly opens to look down. She watches her tears plummet to the ground. Smearing her face with her hand. She brushes them away, as quick as she can. She can't let her mind realize her watery eyes. The tears that her heart tried to sneak by. "Don't you cry now." She tries to lead her feelings astray. She tries to be convincing. "Now go, and head that way." Darling, don't you cry. Baby, dry your eyes. Please. Oh, please, stay with me. She's thirteen now, and her eyes are dry. Now, she's the tissue to wipe her eyes. Her shirt is still wet, but as she opens her eyes up wide. She sees the tears aren't hers to hide. Now, she's her shoulder to cry. Darling, don't you cry. Baby, dry your eyes. Please. Oh, please, just stay with me. She's fifteen now, and the chemicals mask her face. She watched and learned, just go self-medicate. You believe that you are free. Allows some escape from reality. Only hours until you're down. Again, you're back below the ground. Slowly, suffocating. Oh, you're loosing her. She's loosing breath. She's numbing, and numbing, and numbing. Until there's nothing left but nothing. The need for meaning in this empty life. Too many futile years that have slowly dragged on by. Darling, don't you cry. Baby, dry your eyes. Please. Oh, please, child, stay with me. She is twenty, now.. No longer blinded by the light. Discerning her life as fight or flight. And clearly, she has to fight. For the sake of herself, she can't follow the others. The people closest to her, for the sake of the younger. If you can't beat them, join them, was most of their mentalities. Don't join them, don't leave them, just beat the calamities. Don't fight the people, just the reason. The same reason, that changes faster than the seasons. The battle is never ending, but she refuses to let that discourage. There is nothing now that can stop her hope. She has finally almost flourished. No longer numb, no longer nothing, no longer any tears. Now, there is nothing else left for her to fear. Well, hopefully.