I
cut myself,
To see the blood,
And to see if the pain was real.
The blood was red and flowed freely,
It was then that I knew the blood was real.
The pain was there,
Yet it released the inner pain.
I quit taking a pill,
To see if my happiness was real.
But unlike the blood,
My happiness was synthetic,
It was nothing more than a delusion the
pill created.
I looked inside the mirror,
And wondered what I saw was real.
I was torn between two sides.
Evil and sad. Good and happy.
Good felt right to be in,
Yet, my happiness was fake.
Evil felt good to be in, for I knew my father
dwelled there.
Yet, sad was what I despised, yet felt.
I looked above and below me,
To see a heaven and a hell.
I wondered which was real,
And who to follow.
The heavens were beautiful,
And God said, "I'm always here."
Then I saw the fiery pits of Hell,
And the Devil said, " Come and join
my armies to end your pain."
I knew for sure heaven was where I wanted
to be,
Yet the devil tempted me to end my pain.
I looked around me,
And saw faces I knew.
I wondered which friends were real.
I looked beside me and knew without a doubt,
Who I could trust and whom I could not.
For the ones who are real, never hurt me,
And always tried to understand me.
I looked at myself,
And wondered, Who am I? What is real?
I knew the good lay there deep down.
I remembered the happiness that once was
real
I saw the scars,
And knew the pain was real.
I felt my pulse,
And knew I was real,
For blood pumped through me,
And life was taking place.
The blood I see in me,
Or when I am hurt makes me know,
I am real and this life of mind is real.
And like the hurt that comes with the cut,
The hurt I feel inside,
Both will heal with time,
For I am real.
