Howling wind through the barren wasteland of my mind
I scream, and the screams echoes over and over
Ripped to shreds by the violent putrid wind
And the tatters still hang there fading into eternity

I am here a prisoner behind these bloodshot eyes
Can you not see me, can you not hear my silent screams
Begging to be set free, allowed to escape my captivity
I am locked in this shell, they pretend I am insane

Arms and legs are covered in scars, it was not I
They must have done it although they claim I cut myself
I see the cuts and I can faintly recall seeing the blade
Slowly slicing, skin parting, the blood slowly welling

It was not my hand that held the knife, not I that cut
It was another, they wish to hurt me, to drive me crazy
Please I need help, save me before they return
I can feel the walls closing in again, too late, too late