Having these thoughts everyday.
Reminding myself I'm not okay,
Feeling the knife against my throat,
Telling myself to just let go.
Feeling the same freaking pain,
Knowing I have nothing left to gain.
Hurting myself till I'm red and sore,
Knowing everyone thinks I'm a bore.
Breaking to the point I can't breathe,
Don't you know?
It's killing me.
Trying to help won't work,
In the end I'll join the shadows that lurk.
It's time to tell everyone my last goodbye,
Now it's time to leave,
I hate the person I've become.
I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference.
When I die no one will care, no one will ever notes.
Oh god, how much I wish to die.
At least they will get red of me.