This pain won't go away.
I'm tired of trying.
No one stays,
And I'm tired of dying.

Every little criticism,
Every little hurtful thing said,
Does not help my cause,
And contributes to my death.

When I'm gone will you be glad?
Or maybe, just maybe you'll be sad?
My life is already down the drain.
It keeps pushing me down farther,
And now I really feel the pain.

It's not necessarily physical,
Except when I bring a blade to my wrist.
It feels good and they don't understand.
I want to die and no one cares...

I take this blade to my wrist.
This is the last time it will kiss,
The battered skin filled with lines.
And it doesn't matter who will see,
Because by the time they find me,
I will be where I'm supposed to be.

                                                                 -Kayspaz15