_Dying_

my tissue, covered with blood
endless thoughts they flood
my head and never go away
haunt me by day

wanting more but i know i should stop
blood keeps running drop by drop
the pain reminds me that i'm real
for my heart cannot feel

blood flows like a river on a steep mountain
as i bleed the continuous fountain
feeling cold and alone
i'm in my own little zone

where nothing hurts and no ones there
a world inside my head, only i dare
to be there inside my world alone and cold
and everythings been corrupted and over ruled

my thoughts are no longer my own
dead and rotted to the bone
thats the story of how i became to be
the girl who always wanted to break free