Cursed Words of the Damned

Longing

You have no idea what it's like.

The daily struggle not to grab a knife.

The longing to press that cruel edge to my skin.

To press it deep until it bites.

And then I can finally feel something

Anything but the crushing emptiness

Everyone has thier internal limits.

Only so far they can go before they break.

Only so long they can cry until the tears turn to flames.

It doesn't matter how many times I try

Not even flame can purge this inner chill

Nothing ends the longing to feel wanted

So tell me something-

is this Salvation or Damnation?

is this Oblivion or Bliss?