The darkness calls when I'm alone,
To tempt me with its lure.
It comes to me when I feel pain,
When I feel insecure.
It tempts me with the things I've done,
Bad things so far from proud.
It makes me cry I hate myself,
I scream for death aloud.
I cut myself to change the pain,
From deep emotions hold.
I hide myself inside my mind,
To warm my heart from cold.
I see my blood drip from my shell,
My life blood drains away.
The pain to feel, it makes me real,
The numbness stays at bay.
Angela D Bean
Copyright ©2009 Angela D Bean
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