Topic: Another older thing I wrote. (Poem?)
Self Focus
Tripping over myself
If the battle is for the mind I never had a chance
I've been running non-stop in vein
My crying out gets snuffed out before words even form
Disasters left and right my thoughts are on me
I feel like a traitor who wants to be a traitor
I carry my heart on sheets of white, Stained from the blood of deep cuts
My soul drips through pen tips, Sliding over paper as a picture of my wounds
Inflicted, Struck hard
Im hit, Im down, Im out