Wondering Mind

There's times in my life,

When invisible scars glow upon my skin,

That I can feel the knife

That once signified my end.

But then there's days, when the blood doesn't flow,

That I sit there and wonder,

All the rage and pain, where does it go?

I know the both all too well,

And when it comes to bad times,

I know the roads to Hell.

But I know that there were times,

When I wished for the struggle to end,

And instead of leaving this world,

It just kept pulling me in.

I'd like to say I'm better now,

But that would be a lie.

The only difference is,

It's so much harder to say good-bye.