Cant even get to my feet.

I feel like I'm empty.
so Incomplete,
my body is broken,
can't even get to my feet.

the clocks striking 12,
the 5th time in a row.
times standing still,
yet nobody knows.

I'm killing myself,
the 10th time this week.
nobody will notice,
no one would weep.

I'm a self styled martyr,
the one thats been abused,
the one that you'll remember,
had everything to loose.

I'm in love with you,
but you'll never see,
you're eyes are closed to all I feel,
you'll never realize me.

no matter what I do,
what I try,
its never enough,
I just break right down and cry.

the blood on my pillow,
from the tears I cry.
my last thought of you,
as I curl up to die.