I wonder if everything in life was simple by design,
Flaws created by the inventions of the human mind,
As I sit alone I see,
The world is disgusting before me,
The streets lined with the trash inside our souls,
My hands stained with the blood of the fallen,
Even though the only war I've ever known,
Is the kind I have with myself, 
Because sometimes the problems we have,
Are less tied to the hole inside us,
And more the deadweight within our void,
Constantly existent with the words we spit at ourselves,
As we look in the mirror and wonder if there's an end.
And they say no kid deserves the cuts on their wrists,
Or the burns on their thighs,
But sometimes I think in the depths of my mind,
Tangled between time and what's inside, 
Did I deserve to feel this way tonight?
I can blame things on society,
But there's no end to this part of me,
Undoubtably sad and alone for the rest of my days,
Lost in a world collapsing over cars, gas, and pay,
Because people are worried about the environment,
And the trees, 
But not the environment a student deals with,
When they're shoved into a locker,
Or called worthless.
And we're focused on so much more than those people,
Because they'll either wind up alone or dead,
There's no ifs, ands, or buts, but instead,
Because all we've ever known is the weight inside our chests,
Tied down by the words spoken in the halls,
As if it mattered, because you've known nothing more than this wall,
I build for myself because if you see me,
You'll run in terror as if there's a monster,
I think there is because I'm holding on so tight,
But I'm slipping,
And somehow, the thoughts which pool in my mind,
Have become nothing but a waste of my time,
Because dying seems like the ultimate therapy,
Silence and everlasting peace,
Because I didn't have that before,
There were no solutions or an open door,
You shut me down,
While there was no one to pull me out,
Of this hole I'm stuck inside,
Questioning life, 
As if it was just a matter of time
~DevotedToMyDemons