And after all this time I've realized,
The steps around the bend,
And the knife in hand,
Has never been anything,
But just lonely me.

I used to have unfamiliar thoughts,
Putting holes right through me,
Ones that I could not mend,
That break me until I bend,
And the only thing time has lent,
That I am the only one trying to kill me.

Stop telling me that it is not,
That this is not at all what it seems,
Tell me again that the times,
I told them I wish to be dead,
It all means nothing,
And it's all just in my head.

When I'm standing here,
Please, someone, stick a nail through my forehead,
Is it better now?
Have I fixed it now?
Tears welling in my eyes knowing,
I don't want to be dead,
But everything inside my head,
Wants me on my death bed.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ