Self-harm poems

Much to really

my happiness is gone
I'm sad, I'm really done
I'm losing my fight
there is no daylight
I can not continue trying
while inside myself I'm dying
nobody notices how I feel
my life it seems so surreal
I can't continue going on
my happiness is really gone
who really does care?
when I'm alone no ones there
I wish that I could feel alive
without in my back I find a knive
I wish I were dead
I can't move ahead
the pain inside is much to real
I find it hard for me to feel
I want to end the pain
in life I have no gain
my world is full of insanity
my life is vanity
I'm feeling so hopeless
I'm becoming a mess
if life is a quiz then I'm failing the test
so now I want eternal rest
my happiness is gone
I'm sad, I'm really done
I no longer see light in the sun
in the darkness of night
I'm so sick of the fight
this pain is much to real,
I find it hard to feel.