Strange events happen your life, some beyond your control. They bind you and cause you to stumble, not allowing you to see what happens before you. They cause you to doubt and to fear, to question and to break inside…

To rather not care, would be easier than to feel helpless. To see someone you love in pain and not to be able to do anything, to try reach out to help and to be…

You should have killed me, when you had the chance but you never could. Never allowed to die; That’s my curse. Instead I live but yet dying; Never to reach an end…

Ravens circling, round and round; I walk in despair. Looking down, stones and rocks, dusty and dry; A morbid figure I am, as I walk by. Creatures of the night…

If you crawl through a valley of dry thickets and stones, cut and scrape your knees; Feel so weak that you could collapse like a pile of bones; No hope but despair; No peace but chaos…

I want to climb into the corner of a box, into the one on the lowest shelf, in the furthest corner of the room. I will hide inside, in the corner of the box, so no one will see me, and if someone came into the room, I could watch…

Sitting in a room of despair, huddled in the corner, so alone, so afraid, so much in pain. Echoes of the past, haunting me, for fear of it coming after me again. Tears dripping down my face…

Everyone has their own pain; A shadow of their past following behind them. Secrets untold, memories wished to be forgotten and wounds that still ache in the night. To think of the past, to remember the pain…

I fight with voices inside my head. One voice so hard and mean, screaming at me; Angry at the people around me. One voice hurting so bad, crying and begging to be loved; But wallowing in pain. Both wanting life to end. Then there’s my voice, trying so hard to…

Love is my curse. It sets me on a high, makes me feel like life is worth living, like I am alive and happy … For once, to be alive. But love is my curse. Fear torments me…

Knife shoved through my arm, ripped from elbow to wrist; Let it not be put back together; Let it bleed me out. Swallow broken glass, fragments so tiny I cannot see, slowly killing me inside; No one can stop it; Guaranteed to die. Handful of pills…

You stand over me, while I am on my knees, wallowing in the dirt of my pain. You pick up a knife, and with your words, you cut me and rip me apart, over and over. Even when I beg for you to stop…

If I scream in the dark of the night, no one hears. If I cry in front of thousand faces, no one sees. If I weren’t here, at least it wouldn’t hurt anymore…

Darkness surrounds me. It wants to play. It wraps its arms around me, holding me tight. It says it’s my friend, the only one that’s there. It says everyone else is a liar, and that they only pretending to care…

Watch me. Hurt me. Do as you please. I am your toy. Your means for pleasure. Like a doll. Empty. Hollow…

Reality shatters a stained glass window. Everything you know, lying there in pieces, now forming a mess and a pattern you do not know. As you go through, piece by piece, trying to put it back together…