Suicide

I try to ignore you completely, I try hard to just fade away.
I can't help but feel this pain so overwheling, that won't ever go away.
I can't help but hear your heartbreaking words, replay for hours inside my head.
I can't help but talk alone and walk alone, I wish I'd be murdered and left for dead.
I can't help but take my razor blade and push as deep as I can into my arm.
I can't help but bewilder at my mysteries, how can I cause so much harm?
I can't help but glance at you slightly, when we pass each other in the hall.
I can't help but miscomprehend, why you don't even pretend to care at all.
I can't help but be depressed inside myself, when I'm in a lot of cruel pain.
I can't help but ask myself stupid questions, like why can't you say my name?
I can't help but burn inside your thoughts, and drown in everything I feel.
I can't help but have a logical theory to prove there's no way that I'm real.
I can't help but watch my blood, slide down my arm for a sweet ride.
How would you feel knowing and living with, the fact you drove someone to suicide?

**Dedicated to: John-Paul B. Lindeman.**