tears roll down my cheeks
blood spills down my wrists
sliding off my arms onto the ground
pain consumes me
hate over powers me
loss terrifys me
the realisation hits me hard
i'm worthless
they hate me
they would be better off without me
reaching for the bottle i let the blood flow from the cuts
crashing to the ground t expands into small puddles
popping open the lid i swallow then dry
one down
two down
half a bottle down and i start leavng
closing my eyes i hear screaming
but it doesnt matter
i was already dead before this happened
