All alone in my room
blood running down my arms and stomach
tears slowly moving down my face
I'm very quiet although I'm screaming inside
no one knows this is what I do when I’m alone
I keep quiet and to myself
I don't tell my feelings
no one needs to worry about me
if you could read my mind you would be in tears
thinking about everything they said trying to forget
their words won't leave my mind
I turn up the music so no one hears my screams or cries
I want to tell someone but I don't think it would help
so I sit at home all alone wondering if people will miss me
I can’t do this anymore
I can’t handle it anymore
the voices in my head the words they said
my head is spinning I just keep hearing them call me names
emo, ugly, dumb, why are you here, kill yourself
my room is spinning
sitting down I look at my wrist and take out my blade
I start making cuts deeper and deeper
more and more blood going down my arm
realizing it’s not working
I don’t want to die
I just want to end all the pain
take the blade one last time and cut up and down
I hit a vein
I am finally in a happy place with no pain because
I AM DEAD.
