Tears rolling down my face.
Scars allover, such a disgrace.
I can't help but feel that I am totally useless.
The numbness is gone and I can't keep up with this.
Blades too dull for a drop of blood.
Red stains everywhere from the night before.
Images rolling through my head.
Wondering why I'm not already dead.
Secretly hoping that the next time I try, I will hit the ground trying to fly.
I don't have wings but that's the point.
Why I'm still here, I'll never really know.
No one cares and I just want to go. I want everything in my head to go away.
For me to feel safe and happy again.
But that will never happen as long as I'm here.
And sadly that is one of my biggest fears.
The other is someone finding me here.
With blood stains and tear drops all over my floor.
I just want to be dead.
Look asleep as if I were laying in bed. Can't live with myself anymore.
I just want to be dead.
Gone for sure.
