Anguish

I've grown weary of living
and forcing myself to breathe
When I die no one will cry
No one will bother to grieve

May my death be oh-so-slow
May my pain be oh-so-great
May I suffer the whole night long
And only taste death when dawn does break.

May I yearn to voice my pain,
but no screams relieve my lips.
May I rake into my flesh,
With my sharpened fingertips.
May the blood pour forth for hours,
Yet, I suffer hours more.
And even then it could not compare,
To the anguish I've felt before...