My Saddest Hour

In my saddest hour when I'm all alone,
I scream to the world all the troubles of my own.

I peel the paint on the wall,
As I try to tell my pain to you all.

I scream out loud with a frightful trill,
But this seems to give my tormentors a thrill.

A green smiley face sticker peeling away at the sides,
Hiding a face that's no longer full of pride.

I'm screaming so loud can't you hear me?
Won't you pull me out of this misery?

During the winter I go out in shorts and no sleeves,
I fall to the snow and lay my soul to sleep.

I welcome the pain that burns my skin,
Far more gentle than the pain within.

The cold rages against my flesh like an open flame,
But I held my ground until death came.

It sat before me, a lion preparing to pounce,
Then it leapt, crushing my being without weighing an ounce.

Then the pain lessens and I am set free,
But I assure you this wasn't the fate I'd planned for me.

As the numbness leaves my body I cry,
Then I open my eyes to stare at the sky.

In a world that's so demanding it leaves me weak,
I often find it hard to find my voice and speak.

Unable to escape this world by death,
I stand and inhale the icy air in one deep breath.

So I go in my house bleeding from spirit scars so deep
And lay me down and cry myself to sleep.