Forsaken.

I will wear these bracelets,
to hide my pain.
I will walk with the memories,
knowing I'm not sane.

I will continue thinking,
that death is the only way.
I will keep my mouth shut,
because I don't know what to say.

I will hold my breath,
and hope that I'm slowly dying.
I will lay in my bed,
and know it's not worth trying.

I will believe that it's my fault,
doubting things can be changed.
I will cry myself to sleep,
and find myself deranged.