breakdown

just a little thought i wrote down.

every now and then i fall apart inside
the bough breaks and the cradle falls
i can't get out of this mood, this self-hate
you get so angry with me, i push you away
this isen't your problem, this is not you
this is me, so let me be
i will scream and i will cry
i want to cut so deep that i die
you think i am morbid and deranged
i come across dark and gothic
do you ever really look inside of me though?
i am not dried up, tied up and fucked up
what i am is hurting inside
my skin is crawling with anticepation
the need for one more line
one more hit
and another slit