dripping down my leg
washing away my pain
the tears i cry mean i'm weak
i'm so small, so meak
don't know how to say this but i wish i would die
no one would be around to hear my last cry
i wish i could get my life over with to start fresh and new
but what i have, i have so few
i have nothing
i've lost everything
no one to talk to, to listen to me weep
i can't do anything, no small feat
every word i say is lost in the wind
you can't hear me, and i won't say it again
my arms, covered in marks
what's left of my life is just a weak spark
i cry out in morbid pain
no one hears me while the blood gushes from my veins
i feel myself slipping slowly out of focus
i can't do it, i have to get through this
my death wouldn't make the slightest imprint on humanity
but what if there's just one who may love me
would my leaving hurt them as much as it should hurt me
or, would i be saving myself from someone who would like to murder me
i can't breathe
i feel like i'm asleep
holding on by a thread
but, i have to get through, to pull ahead
it's hard to look at myself when i'm so mutilated and ghastly
i should look to see the state of me
soaking my skin with my crimson blood
the thickness pours out of me like a flood
blood is so much thicker than my tears
should i hurt, or should they fear
i should go, disappear
fade into the atmosphere
-t♥
