I gave up

as my breath gets shorter,

i remember things in order.

i finally stopped trying,

finally gave into dying.

all in one terrible day,

my last one, i guess i could say.

i gave up on all hope and love,

i even gave up on heaven above.

i sat on my bed,

and studied my scars, some pink, some red.

the tears flooded my eyes,

i was tired of telling all these lies.

i ran out of people to talk to,

i ran out of things to do.

i ran out of room on my wrist,

i still hadn't had my first kiss.

i couldn't get drugs enough,

i guess i just wasn't very tough.

i couldn't concentrate in school,

i must've looked like a f-ing fool.

my family wouldn't leave me alone,

i slowly stopped talking on the phone.

i felt like i had an ugly soul,

falling further into this black hole.

my problems weren't being solved,

i always hurt everyone involved.

for my actions, finally i took the blame,

i finally gave into all of my shame.

so i took a knife,

and made a deep slit,

too bad i really can't feel it.