Right and wrong.
Somthing we're taught from an early age,
make the right choices, 
do the right thing,
yet why does doing wrong feel SO right?

The wrong choice in guys,
breaking the rules,
yet why am I still surprised,
when wrong turns worse,
and I end up hurt?

Blackness sometimes surrounds,
and I feel my body tumbling down,
floating through life like an empy shell,
feeling nothing but pain,
when sometimes I would rather feel nothing at all.

So I sleep the day away,
because my dreams always seem better than reality,
even when it is a nightmare, 
at least I feel more than just pain.

What pleasure a sharp blade can bring,
because as they say, "seeing is believing",
and by seeing the blood,
I can finally see how I feel inside.

But that's not normal, 
there's no one I can tell,
because by telling my guard comes down,
someone new let in,
only for more pain to be caused.

Right and wrong.
Something that seems like an easy concept,
until wrong begins to feel right,
and you start to destruct.