7-30-2001

Bleeding me dry. Jim Morrison.

You both watch me with sorrow in your eyes.
When you see the bloody lines on my body.
I have to shake my head and sigh
at the fact that only watching me hurt and bleed
makes you want to comfort me and pet me.
I'm tired of all of this.
I just want to sleep forever and never have to wake.
Never have to deal with all the fucken things
that just never seem to go away.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die.
Don't look at me as if I'm crazy.
In fact, I don't think I have ever been so sane.
But it's killing me having to bleed myself dry
so that I can enlist your help.
Don't leave me to face everything alone.
I can't be that strong.
Not when I know that I am slowly dying inside.
Fuck! I hate my freaking life.
Won't you help me make it bearable?
Rather than watching me bleed?
Can you do that for me?
That's all I ask from you.
Before I destroy myself in my need.
Before I ask you to come for the kill.