Sitting in the corner of my room in the dark, I sit and wait for a chance to escape.
There’s no escaping this fear.
The fear of a thousand cuts on my arm.
The fear of pain leaving your hand and hitting me in the face.
Waiting for someone to take me away.
Waiting for someone to take away this pain, waiting to end this life and leave this cruel, cold hearted un-loving world behined.
I am waiting, I’ve been waiting, but I don’t see anyone coming to take me away. So I sit in the dark corner of my room and let the blood drip from my arm while I wait. I will always be waiting.
