Tortured soul

I think ill do it,
this life is insane,
i think ill do it,
and your to blame.

all the heartbreak you put upon me,
all the tears my body produce.
all the fears of what i have done,
that you i didn't want to lose.

the "cat scratches" on my wrists,
were all some needed to see.
they knew something was wrong,
but the rest was mysterious,almost empty.

I've learned to smile more than i used to,
I've learned to lie.
with a solemn look,
and a pretty long sigh.

I've taken the pain in a new sense,
but it just all crumbles.
all my past tense,
i just lose it.

i pick up object,
sharp or dull.
slide it across anywhere,
for the effect.

it was my dog,my cat anything you want,
next ill take pills,
or run away,
climb out my window sill.

please help my tortured heart heal ,
whoever, wherever you are are,
you can help my skin not to peal,
or leave me to go so far.

you know you can help people just by being nice,
and maybe save some helpless soul,
a deadly slice.