On the horizon

On the horizon, Dark clouds are beginning to form
Shadows growing in the bleack pit of my mind
Blood dripping from the knife grasped in my hand
Standing there, alone, once again, I am left behind

Thick clouds pour over the blue sky in everyone else
Dragging me down, Without any chance of hope
Slipping and falling on the dark stains on the ground
No other ways to turn, My only way to cope

My eyes misting over, But keeping up the pretence
As everyone just stands and watches me dying
Not caring the outcome of the battle in my mind
No thoughts to help me, As they watch me crying

Staring at my scars, but still no glint of sadness
I do not care what you think, I know you no longer feel
When you stare into my eyes, you are staring at madness
As people push me away, No time for my scars to heal

On the horizon, lies the final call to the end
So soon I know, suicide is to be my fate
Preparing for the inevitable, waiting for escape
Do not try to save me, Because I am dead, It's too late