I want to cut my wrist, feel the blood drip down my arm.
Numb the pain, nothing to lose, all to gain.
See the blood mix in with my tears.
Will this searing agony never end?

The taste of salt and iron as I wet my lips.
Darkness surrounding, the cage is shrinking.
Getting harder to breathe, no where to run.
Panic strikes, hyperventilating.

Cold sweat in the deep dark loneliness.
Why do I bother, why do I care?
For noone cares for me.
Had I ended it would they even weep?

I think not I'd have one tear for my funeral.
Much less anyone there to be my final whitness.
For when the time comes and I need them the most.
All I see are their backs.

They don't care, they never have.
To one that is truthful no one listens.
I hate them, I hate them all so very much.
But I am still the one punished.

I don't know why I ache, I don't know why I cry.
I can't stop caring even if it's best for me.
My fate is to hate and walk alone.
And my curse is affection and need of others~

Annons

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November 2011