Suicide idled as I ride:
I can't scratch that itch. it's hidden way too deep. it surfaces in the darkness, and manifests into my sleep. there's no remedies. to these horrific memories. I was once a innocent child. that was touched by a beast, and the pain to say the least. it lingers on my tongue. I was separated and open. like a bottle cap by his thumb. and let's talk about being numb. I'm higher every day. the deeper that the pain gets, the more I'm in dismay. and I often lay and wonder. why am I here today. when alI see are happy people, and I'm left here to decay. I stare outside the window. I sway when the wind blows. I idle and wait. why has all my happiness. turned around to become hate. I beg you for some mercy. before I lay to rest. but the cuts are too deep. now I'm sailing to the abyss...c.d.