LONELY

The days are getting colder
the days are getting lonely
the walls are caving in
my home no longer feeling homely

The windows shattered
broken glass on the floor
cuts on my hands
from the night before

the lights are dim and gray
the words you last said keep
tossing through my head
wondering if I'll wind up dead
as i take these pills to release the anger
no longer feeling a stranger
but in deep depression
as long as I'm writing i have some confessions
i may not be the best of person
so forgive me of my life of sins
in-case in heaven i don't get in

shattered glass below my feet
barefooted
as i slowly creep

tossing and turning
on the floor

cuts and bruises from self harm the night before

rocking myself to sleep
as the blood runs down my arms
as i softly weep

slowly dying
as my heart cries
and wondering why
this girl had to die