My Own Hell

Take the time to pull your face above the surface. The water's high and choking sounds are raising nervousness. It's a sign of excess in the form of abuse. One more line. I'm at the point of used to it. Now, I'm up and I'm not coming down, Until 6 am rolls around. I am numb in more ways than one. I've forgotten how this can be fun. Razor blades are useful other than cutting your skin. But, my face is missing all it's feeling once again. I am in my comfort here, the twilight knows me well. In this place of speeding madness, known as my own hell. Now, I'm up and I'm not coming down, Until 6 am rolls around. I am numb in more ways than one. I've forgotten how this can be fun.