House Of Cards

It sits inside me.
Tied up in knots.
Somewhere in the pit of my stomach.
It’s agony.

Again and again I cut.
Trying to bleed it all out.
I want the torture gone.
I don’t want to live.

My pleas for comfort fall on deaf ears.
All I’m left with is this sinking feeling.
As I watch my anger destroy relationships.
And watch my life crumble around me.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
Or why the world is torturing me.
I long for peace and calm.
Even more so for death.