Heed...

White lines upon a mirror,

Burning liquid within a glass,

Always searching for...

Small piece of happiness. 

Deep inside, pitch black void, 

Drinking deeply of aching pain,

Always there lingering,

Unquenchable...

Fill with vices,

Strings pulled smile, 

Hides whats behind the eyes!

Empty...

Meaningless...

Lose oneself on the quest.

Insecurities, fuelled by self doubt,

Loathing scorn, self inflicted,

Heaped upon misconcieved rejection.

None love the me I am,

But adore the fool I play.

Mirror reflects reflection,

As line consumed on demand,

Raucous laughter as hole is filled,

Not alone anymore,

The cure but a placebo,

Harming more than curing salve.

Void returns as joy seeps out,

Swirling back as reality returns,

Returns to plaque upon obsessive mind,

Dark, lacking simple things...

Love...

Acceptance...

Understanding of who we are meant to become!

So long the war rages within,

Under layers of fleshy skin,

Surging synapses singe sanity,

Drawing blades for red release.

Bottled anger flowing free,

Just another temporary release.

Yearn for eternal freedom,

From frothing maws of self ending,

Burning constant reminders of pain,

Upon fragile forming concious,

Of ones true self awarenness.

Listen to my cry,

Feel my sadness, 

Heed my warnings...

You might just save whats worth saving,

If you help me learn my worth.

Whispers of silence, scream out clearly,

Unspoken words, shouted to the world!

Look and see, the me I am...

Foreshadowed and bleak,

Decipher signals sliently slipped.

Heed...before the lines bleed,

Never to heal again.