Your utter contempt for life itself,
wishing to be something,
someone you can't be.
Ripping apart every inch of your frail body,
your frail mind.
Your cries,
heard by no one,
ignored like your life.
You try to be what everyone wants,
what we need, or so you think.
The screams of everyone
rush into your hollow mind,
ring like the bells in the tower,
breaking the pillars of your sanity,
driving you to be something you can not,
wishing,
raping,
killing all you contact.
Your mind penetrating,
ripping,
dieing.
You enter the final throes of life,
two bottles,
pills and alcohol,
now you die.
And the bells call again.