So much Anger
So much Hate
So much more to life,
but sometimes I think its two late.
I Dug this hole by myself
No one else to blame
From the day of birth
Pieces of the puzzle where missing
This Rubik Cube is a metaphor into my life
The Complication runs cold though my veins
Causing the same emotional pain
That has had the power to take me life
As it has before in the past but did not succeed.
Death is trying to set things right
by fixing his mistake,
By letting me live on in this Life.
Iím sick of looking for a logical explanation
to come to a healthy realization.
I tried self-mutilation
to let my blood run free only to see,
The hurt and the pain
is as blue and as cold as the artic sea.................