Sad 3am Poetry

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I'm alone.
I like it.
That's a lie.
I'm scared.

There's a blade in my hand.
There's no one who will hear.

My screams are silent.
My mind, a tangled mess.
My life is just an on-going test.

My eyes are dull.
They have been for a while.
I'm in an apathetic state.
There's no reason to smile.

White lines litter my wrists.
Not so old as they look.

My blade is my best friend.
It will be the lat one to see me.

I've been like this for a while.
Lonely yet numb.

And now I wish i had hold of an unloaded gun.
Put a bullet in the barrel.
I won't be scared.

My life is a lie.
I just want it to end.

What wouod they do.
If they found me like that.
Would they stop, and stay to help.
Or pull the trigger on me themselves.

They have their own problems.
No reason to scare them.
I'd just be a bother.
Besides, they can't hear me.

They just tell me to smile.
Say that it's just a phase.
They don't seem to realise.
That my life's going to waste.

They don't really care.
They never truly did.
Just wanted news to share.
Say that they'd had a kid.

Well sorry.
But that's not why I'm here.
Now I'll get out of your'e way.
Now I'll disappear.