Sometimes I drift away,

into my mind roaming around thinking of memories,

flash backs,

I can't help the emotions they bring,

can't help the sinful images,

I try to stop,

I really due,

I just feel so ruined,

so destroyed,

huddling in a my bed,

laying down in a fetal position I drift away,

day dream about dying,

that's all I can do to not touch the razor,

to not let it kiss my skin over,

and over until I feel no more