Darkness

Darkness fills each room I walk in. The darkness I can feel in my skin. The looks I get, the whispers I hear, it slowly turned into fear. Knowing I can't do anything against it, I just accepted my fate. I needed an escape from the thoughts, so I choose to escape with music. But music wasn't enough for my gut, so I took a knife and started to cut. Everytime a bit deeper, a bit more and I loved to see the gore. The pain finally let me escape my thoughts, but the problem is that I got addicted. And each time I see my scars, I feel ashamed of my actions.