Dark

What is inside my head
I see pictures of dark red
There is barely words to be said
The cuts are deep and have bled.

Come inside and have a look
Sit down and read a book
There just may be a tiny hook
Just don't get too shook.

The thoughts inside want to hide
On the line is my pride
Sometimes I just have to cry
But sit still and enjoy the ride.

The pictures flash back and forth
The words unsaid have more worth
The best one is not the fourth
Just try and go farther north.

The pictures do contain lots of blood
As it flows the tub will flood
When they meet it feels like mud
Oh the guy was such a stud.

The pain has caused a broken heart
When it sprays it turns to art
While I stand falling apart
Feeling like the soul is gonna depart.

I can barely feel the pain
I am numb from the strain
It may just be a sprain
A block in the road is no gain.

I need to stay on track
There is no need to go back
Therefore if I turn I may get a smack
On the right track can be a smash.

The track can have a turn
There will also be lots of concern
But I do not churn
I might get heartburn.

Or I might just commit suicide.