Troubled, with my world burning around me,

A soul that was turning towards darkness,

Don't grieve for me -

I told myself not to speak

I told me I would never make it,

I told me I would never get better;

Screaming inside,

Losing control -

Lost and burning from these hellish fires within my mind

Ideation and contemplation,

Angels and demons arguing over who will keep me

Unsure how to get help,

Or if anyone would be able to;

I let the poison in my head gather;

Because that's what I would rather.