Alone in a dark room
with no care in the world,
no one to love me
no one to care for me,
I just wish somebody would notice,
is that so hard to ask for?
how can I be happy
when I feel as if I have lost everything,
how can I feel anything
when all I am is a empty shell of
the person I used to be,
the girls at school don't notice thou,
they still bully me from time to time
and going on like there life is perfect,
they don't see the damage they are doing to me,
they don't see the scars on my back or the bones that stick out of my skin,
day by day the bullying gets worse,
and the idea of taking myself out of
this cruel world gets better,
but I no longer have to wait anymore,
as I slash the blade against my wrist,
and watch as the blood,
drip after drip,
washing away with my bloody tears and
cries of pain,
my breathing gets shallower and shallower,
but as I take my last breathe,
I couldn't be more thankful to get out of the world that God and my mother
placed apond me,
maybe I wasn't supposed to be here in
the first place
