Dump bleach into my eyes

Wash away this desert wasteland of what

Once used to be hope, but is now only

Dried up tears and endless mistakes;

Bloody white scars and teary skies;

Scorching sunlight to blind progression;

Grains of sand that fragment old memories;

Only the painful ones stay solid.

What once flowed like the Nile after a miracle,

Is now drier than the Death Valley in August.

What once bloomed like lilacs after a deadly storm,

Is now more rotted than a corpse in a graveard.

What once lit up sad days of mine with spectrums of colors,

is not pitch black and plaguing the better times with hell;

Telling me it won't be a prettier day.

From there sprout little demons:

Pointing out the little joys and erasing them, 

Covering my mouth when I scream for sunlight again;

Breaking my wrists when I reach out for someway to see where in hell I'm going;

Tripping me again and again when I make a move;

Laughing in my face when I try to talk to another;

Ripping my soul to shreds and calling me

lazy, stupid, ugly, rude rude rude rude rude rude rude;

Nothing to see here but a mistake.