Behind Locked Doors

This is the end

I don't know who I am,

I don't know why I'm here,

I am a burden to this world's atmosphere.

I don't provide,

I don't supply,

What is my purpose?

I always want to cry.

Am I a waste of precious space?

Am I just another hopeless case?

Words can't seem to describe what I'm feeling,

Because in my mind no one sees me as appealing.

I get judged by the colour of my skin,

Sometimes I want to tear it off and throw it in the bin.

Get stared at because of what's on my chest,

Sometimes it makes me feel so depressed.

I despise my body,

It's my only enemy.

Why God why do you hate me like this,

It makes me wish I didn't exist.

I cry out but you won't listen,

Am I supposed to ask for your permission?

Tears stream down my face,

When I realise I in fact am a hopeless case.

Why didn't I listed to mum when she told me,

No one listens because no one cares.

Now begins the first day of the end,

And I stand alone without a friend.

First day: cut one, cut two.

Second day: cut three, cut four.

Third day: slice one, slice two.

Darkness falls and stars go out

This is the end

Goodnight Goodbye

The sad and depressed call for help openly. The happy ones are always the ones with more scares, and we call for help too late.