At times life can seem unfair
as your heart loses all hope.
And from a pit of despair
you struggle merely to cope.

Love is an elusive dream
interlaced with nightmare thoughts.
And anxiety's extreme
tying your stomach in knots.

You try to rewind life's tape
but you find it's stuck on pause.
And there's no way to escape
the suffering, or the cause.

Abuse morphs into self hate
guiding the knife of its path.
And admonishing your fate
you let its blade purge your wrath.

Every cut exacts a toll
unleashing a scarlet flood.
And yet the pain in your soul
is numbed by the flow of blood.

- Emile Pinet