the cuts are jagged and deep running all over my head,

making pale, pale white lines invisible to the eyes,

streaking my brain with cuts and gashes,

fear and paranoia leaking in through the holes,

creating nightmares that slip through to the day,

making walking monsters haunt my every breath,

twisted features with hollow eyes in the shadows,

creeping around every corner watching my every move,

taunting me at every move I make and word I say,

racking havoc in my house and my head,

making me doubt my every movement,

hidden from sight, making it out of people's minds,

outside I may be contempt and squared away, but inside my mind is a bloody mess