My Mind Poem by Kevin Lynch

Blood splatters, a broken heart
My remaining sanity, falling apart
The things I think, the images I see
Lurk round every corner, haunting me

My body hanging in a noose, from a nearby tree
My naked flesh, on its surface, only scars and wounds I see
Friend's necks cut wide open, red liquid pouring out
People screaming in agony, with searing pain they shout

My dead friend; s deformed purple body, standing at my window sill
Just standing there quietly, saying nothing, perfectly still
The mirror shows me, Where I'd like to cut
And that image stays there, even when my eyes are shut

A world of bloodshed, deep red and empty black
Even through this insanity, I've yet to crack
Or so I think, and so it seems
Have I already lost it? ~ The prospect gleams

I see the blade, cutting my peachy skin
Blood pouring out, a wicked glee pouring in
Wild laughter in the shower, impossible to stop
Laughing tears become sorrow, and to the floor I drop

Blood drops onto the left of me, tears dropp to the right
Everywhere I look around me, only sorrow in my sight

I imagine what others would feel, if I took my own life
I wickedly and uncontrollably laugh, and think of the shiny metal knife
The shower's water pouring over, washing away all the pain
The blood and the tears go with it, along with what's left of anything sane

Half an hour later, I crawl to a stand
I wipe off the remaining blood, with my deep-wrinkled hand
This is a reality, no longer I dream
My world of wretched sorrow, a twisted evil gleam

Thoughts that know no boundaries, a mind that doesn't know to stop
A body weak and weary, with a cutting knife, the blood will drop
Thoughts leading nowhere, deciding one thing then changing its mind
Jumbled up with confusion, reason being impossible to find.

Hormonal quite often, happy quite rare
Stripped of the ability to cope, left cold, naked and bare
A maze, puzzles meaning nothing, yet obsession it attracts,
Develops corrupt-logical conclusions, upon which it forcefully acts

Living by its own rules, which make no sense
No sorrow, joy or anger, it ever repents
My mind.....Forcing, me to do as it says.
And through sorrow and bloodshed, is how it ruthlessly repays.