Even on days of clear blue, beautiful skies; the darkness comes calling
The inner monolog is so loud you cannot hear the outside world
The inane whispers and screams alike, drowning and falling
Lost in the self contained chaos with little to no wisdoms of pearl
No suicidal thought is spared
No more tears left to shed
When the darkness comes calling
Break down after a long day of trying to hold it together
Every scar, a seam that was slowly unraveling with anxiety tugging at loose threads
Crying in a heap, not a grey cloud above
Better off dead, better off dead
No suicidal thought spared
No more tears left to shed
When the darkness comes calling
No time like the present standing still
No more blood left to spill
When the darkness comes calling
Broken and beaten
Life is so fleeting
Pulling myself apart but not yet given up
Scratching and clawing
Begging for relief
Pounding of this beautifully broken heart
My tears have dusted over like antiquities of pain
Wounds grown over like tumours of tainted memories
One more incision is only a bad decision away
One more knot is not enough to choke away the misery
Even on days of clear blue, beautiful skies; the darkness comes calling
And even at my strongest I struggle to not say goodbye
It’s hard to keep ignoring when each call could be the end
No suicidal thought is spare, no more tears left to shed…
