The Writings of a Hopeless Cause

Bystander

Slits of red along my wrist,
The crimson blood begins to drip,
Each row more numbing than the last,
A scar in the making, is cast.

My heart has cried a thousand tears,
Nobody cares about my fears,
If I were to fall, would anybody hear?
Or would they dismiss it,
As a sound unclear?

Slashes of words rip across my skin,
Their insults sinking deeper in,
Masking the pain is what I've tried,
But I can barely keep myself alive.

How I wish somebody would care,
If I were to disappear to the middle nowhere,
Alas, nobody does,
And I doubt anybody will.

A desperate plea for help escapes my throat,
Not a sound escapes,
As numbness fills my body,
Washing away the pain,
My pain.

You see me hurting,
In my dark corner of the world,
But you won't come running,
You won't seek help,
You just watch.

As the blood pumps slowly from my wrists,
And my lifeline begins to drift,
You sit and laugh at what I've become,
Because of your mistake,
I'm stuck.

I can't escape this prison I'm in,
As I slowly let go,
Your smiling face is the last thing I see,
Ana, this is what you've done to me...