Whats The Point In Living?

My eyes are blacking over,
My wrists are crying red,
The world is spinning around me,
Soon i will be dead.

Nothing left to live for,
Nothing left to gain,
So I'll leave behind this emptiness,
This hurt, sorrow and pain.

What the point in living,
When were living just to die?
Cant ever be happy,
When all i do is cry.

Being dead is better for me,
I'm already dead inside,
Just waiting for my body to go,
Then i don't have to hide.

My life is so empty,
The same as my heart,
Whats the point in living,
When I'm torn apart?

I'm in love with you,
So why don't you care?
I'm willing to give you my heart,
Your not even willing to share.