Faults

Escape.

I've noticed the bleeding,
Long ago it began.
I've been whispering for help,
To weak to produce a yell.

I've been laying here,
For what feels like years.
I'm hoping one day,
Someone will find me here.

The bleeding has slowed,
My wounds have scabbed over.
But it seems my suffering,
Has taken cover.

My heart is coming undone,
As I look around at what I've done.
I've jumped from my high,
Down so very low.

I've broken my bones,
And cut up my lungs.
My vision does not fade,
But stays and stays.

I look around me,
As I lay in my bed.
Crying for relief,
From my very own head.