Hate, Anger, Fear and Pain,
These emotions reside inside my brain.
Keeping me from reaching bliss,
Destroying me piece by piece.
From my life, I need to release,
I take this life,
Once cut with a knife,
I let my blood run cold,
My body's dead,
But my years of torment cannot kill my soul.
Young and resilient it escaped the cold mound on the floor,
Looking down at the bloody mess mutters
"This is my home no more."