invisible,
the world is quiet and you don't exist.
your life is slipping away,
barely at your fingertips.
you have possibilities,
but none of them seem right.
you aren't made for this life,
this one isn't good,
this one hurts too much.
tears continue to fall,
this will all end by daybreak.
this life of yours,
it will be over.
don't fret,
for worry won't plague you much longer.
take a deep breath,
you can make it okay.
please don't cry,
everything will be done soon.
the world can't hear you cry,
for this a world that shows no mercy.
your lungs are bleeding,
along with your wrists,
the world is silent.
the world is much too quiet,
it hurts your ears,
and allows your mind to wonder.
wondering minds and broken hearts,
this is not a good combination.
don't cry,
don't worry,
you can make everything okay.
