Messed Up Mind

Words cut deeper than I do,

Soaked in blood, I know I'm through.

My brush a blade, the canvas my wrist,

The picture's pretty but comes with a twist.

Life's the contest, death's the aim,

Don't hate the players, hate the game.

A heart of stone, I'm all alone,

Chasing shadows on my own.

Forever tied in chains,

Forever engulfed by pains,

My life's a jumble of footsteps I can't retrace,

My heart's beating in an endless race,

Time and time again I wake midst tears,

Bottled inside lie a hundred phobias and fears.

Death's easier than putting up a fight

Yet I cling on with all my might.