I let the loud music pound my ears,
While my face aches from screams and tears.

I feel the sweet pain from the slashing blade,
And as the blood flows the hurtful memories fade.

Slowly my body, now numb, succubae,
to the pleasant nothingness that was begged to come.


No Im not suicidal or anything. This was a poem, if you can call it
that, which I wrote a couple years ago when I was unsure of what I
was supposed to do with my life. Which consequently led to some less
the happy times and its something that seems to be rearing its ugly
head again. So as away of trying to let go of things, I thought I
would post this one along with a couple others I wrote then as well

its me