As my world falls apart I’m fading.
Lost, unsure, unsafe.
I’m poisoned by the hate of the world.
Backstabbing, lying, jeering.
Time is wasting and so is my life.
I pick up the blade and put it to my wrist.
It burns like fire with each gash I make.
As blood falls so do my tears.
They clash with the blood as it trickles down my arm.
The blood and tears represent my pain and sorrow.
The hurt has lifted but not enough.
There’s not much to my life anymore,
So I’ll give into the darkness, the darkness I call my own.
