Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Isolation

I isolate myself from people who claim to care.
But yet they watch me slip away, without offering a hand to pick me up.
Everything changes so fast.
I want to be taken away. Even when I say I'm really okay..
I'm saying I want to die.
When I look at my reflection I see someone unrecognizable,
Someone who is far to gone.
Some people just can't be saved by useless words.