Bloody Thoughts

I have a mouthfull of razoregded comments.
Each one will cut deep, grab flesh and take hold, tearing skin at its release
I swallow them and choke on the blood, still keeping my mouth shut
Ignore me and my silence.
Forget me and leave me be,
alone with this ever expanding stain of rotting comments.
If you told me to speak my mind,
you would be covered in the bloody thoughts that have festered too long inside my brain.
Speaking in a thoughtless, hectic jumble of words
They pour like blood across the floor.
Why do I torture myself with this shit?
I seem to only bring problems and pity
The dam is breaking,
it will be a bloody mess when it does.
I feel ashamed to be a coward to taste death.
Why is my life such a fucking mess?
God Damnit
All of my problems are mine and mine alone.