Insane

I walk in circles,
In this dimly lit room.
A knife, my closest friend, in hand.

The blood running down my arm,
forms a puddle in the palm of my hand.
The warmth comforting me.

I whisper to myself,
Questioning my sanity.

As I stare at myself,
In the reflection of the window,
The dark oblivion beyond,
I see someone else.
Wild-eyed, Insane.
His wicked cold smile.
Hair in his face.
Blood covering his arms.
Wounds, wounds that will never heal.
Not even on the inside.

I start to shake.
In fear? Halfway.
A psychotic state of mind,
That stays hidden.
Until now.

The blood spills onto the floor.
Warm, sticky... comfort.
All the comfort I would ever need.

I shake more. Violently.
In shear panic. Fear.
Someone calls my name.

"Triston..."
My name said cautiously.
I slowly turn from my reflection.
She's here... Hope?

And it's gone. At least for awhile.
No longer on the edge of insanity.
A complete psychotic state of mind.

Tears run down my face.
Still shaking... and it's over.

Just Truth

Days pass by.
The more I lie.
The more I seem to cry.

I stomped on your heart,
And also stomped on mine.
Unintentional wounds,
Even with time,
They'll never heal.

Although my apologies,
Probably mean nothing to you.
They mean everything to me,
And they'll never make up,
For what I've done.

As minutes go by,
I dont even realize,
How I empty I feel,
Just without you,
Right by my side.

No more secrets.
No more lies.
Just truth...

Days

There goes my life.
Walking away.
I can do nothing,
To stop it anyway.

I'm lost in my own misery.
But I just guess,
thats how its supposed to be.
I dont care at all,
and it's pulling me back.

Days turning into years.
Nothing is what it used to be.
I had my future in my hands,
And I gave it away,
Like it didnt even matter.

Now it's all over.
I wait in silence,
for anything to come.

Nothing Left

I walk down this path.
Forever lost in the dark.
Leaving my old self, behind.
Trapped in my own misery.

So cold,
Breathing in smoke.
Never lasting love,
Dragging me down.
It's killing me.

As if I wasn't dead already.

I'm leaving home,
I'll walk until my feet bleed.
There's no way out of this curse.

I got what I wanted.
Sold what I had.
And now I have nothing left.

The Gun

He put the gun to his head
He put the gun to his damned head
and said, "Baby, I promise you won't forget
about the things that I've said."

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!

"You went behind
my back for the last time.
I'll never have to see the day
when you go back to him
and tell me it's okay!"

It's okay!
It's okay!
It's okay!
It's okay!

He put the fucking gun to his head
He put the fucking gun to his damned head
and said, "This is the last time
you'll ever see my face,
And I hope it's a fucking disgrace."

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!

"This is the last day
I'll ever have the thought
of you going back to him,
you stupid whore."

He put the fucking gun to his head
He put the fucking gun to his damned head
and said, "Baby how could you do this to me?
I've been here for you through everything
but apparently that means nothing to you!"

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!"

So he closed his eyes
thinking of all the lies,
and pulled that trigger.
She was his demise.

The Noose

I see myself hanging from the ceiling.
I would burn myself alive.
I could slit my own throat.

I see myself drowning,
In tears of guilt.
How ironic,
My own tears are killing me.

So people stop caring.
And they won't stop staring,
At this world of destruction.

No one cares about you or me,
And they never will.
So might as well kill yourself baby.

So lets hang ourselves.
Let's burn ourselves alive.
Let's slit our throats,
And not even care,
About the words that they say about us.

Screw it.
We might as well go out in style baby.

Let death redefine us,
As something new and improved.
Let sorrow fill our hearts.
Instead of love and happiness.

Let's finish our suicide notes
So we can get to the fun part already.

Your Heart

Sitting in regret
This is all my fault
There's nothing more to get
From this sickening promise I have broken

I lied
I tried to save you
I tried to ignore it
But I couldn't take what you said to me

I heard the gunshot
And I couldn't believe it
I heard your voice fade away
As I was locked in a cage
By mental rage

You pulled the trigger way too fast
But I promise this was meant to last
As blood spilled on the floor
I could not endure
The pain that was given to us

I was going to use
That last chance to prove
That I fucking love you

But you pulled the trigger way too fast
And I promise that this was meant to last

Thank god
That the bullet
Missed your heart