[Hider=Song of Doubt - Poem -]
It's been at least a week since I started feeling like this,
It might just be that I need a hug or a kiss,
What sparked this thoughts I can never be sure,
I can only hope in the future there's a cure.

I want to cut everything in sight,
These sins of mine are but a blight,
A constant annoyance, a persistent pain,
With no such goal but to infect my brain.

I want to bleed until I can bleed no more,
Perhaps then life won't be such a bore,
When there's nothing left in my head but death,
Nothing helps, not even the weed, coke and meth.

I want to break these endless chains,
Links that bind me to life in lanes,
Slow medium or fast, no such setting for those in distress,
At this speed in the slow, I'm under arrest.

Cardiac arrest, pain so ceaseless,
Chances are I will survive this,
Do I want to? - no, not really,
But I can't find a doctor willing to kill me.

Maybe I could learn to fly,
But that won't help when I ask myself why,
Because I'm still falling and don't want to stop,
Perhaps they'll catch me, some kind of cop?

The life police, out for me,
Mobilised health units to see,
Whether or not this is the truth,
Or a simple fact of difficult youth,
Not that this time is particularly troubling,
Yet I find myself constantly doubling,
The way I feel, any darkness I find,
And I still can see its but a bind,
Locking me here, the place I want to escape,
But I cast it over my like some kind of cape,
I don't request sympathy,
I'd like it if you all looked away from me,
A pathetic mess lost in their own mind,
Unable to find a way to unwind.

I can't yet tell what it is I feel,
Whether it's a darkened red, or simple cold teal,
But I know for a fact it's out in the night,
Waiting for the chance to cause a fright,
Not just in me, but the people I see,

And so for one last time I shall tell...
Won't you cut me out of this shell?[/hider]