I have cuts on my wrist...
Slices I put on myself, filled with frustration and demented pain.
While it bleeds, my reflection awakens.
All my thoughts in my mind are scattered.
My pain, and all my suffering combined.
As i damage myself just for the mere joy of letting myself go.
The sensation of cruel thoughts in my head.
\"I hate you, I cant stand you\" runs through that highway in my mind.
Over and over again.
My soul crushed by words and people. My soul never to be announced dead or alive.
Knifes cannot compare to.
Neither can cuts, bruises, heartaches, nor tears.
Words arent just voices, or sounds.
Its much more to me.
Its detriment that I grasp and capture forever.
Its in me forever until the last day I am alive on this earth.
I dwell on the words running through my mind.
I often feel like Im in quicksand, trying to get out.
Trying to breath.
Im falling, stuck, worthless. No one hears me or cares.
I feel my life slipping away, just like the sand does through my fingers.
The inhuman thoughts that i often have.
The dreams that i uptake.
How much is happiness worth?
I am too searated from happiness, that i often turn to hate as a second happiness, a second option.
I am so powerless, and useless, that i dread the thought of releasing myself off this earth.
Once and for all! I am not alone though.
I have me, and that something inside me always telling me Im not worth anything.
Something telling me I shouldnt have been born, I should be removed forever! I hate it!
I hate my thoughts, my pain, my cries and tears.
But most of all, i hate myself. I have no one to blame by myself.
I long for something more to life then depression, and cries.
I long for love.
But i will not accept it.
I will not allow it. No one deserves what I am.
I dont deserve anything better then me.
I am not good enough for people.
I only deserve myself.
Im nothing; im a no one.
Therefore, i deserve no one. I deserve no one more then my thoughts that awake me from my dreams, and bring me back to reality.
