Lack of oxygen

I sit alone
in the back of the room
i walk the halls with no one
i sit in the corner at lunch

no one sees me
i am invisible
i am nothing

you think you know me
i have a label
i am the x cutter

i would sit in my room
and cut
it was the only pain
i could control

but little do you know
thanks to yall
i am no longer the x cutter
i am still a cutter

for everyday i sit alone i cut
for every time i am pushed i cut
for everyone who ignores me i cut

i am sitting alone
in my room
fading

i have lost so much blood
that i can no longer live

my breaths are heavy
i can no longer see straight
my room is blurry
i am fading away

i will make one last cut
for i will use a knife
and end this hell
they call a life

i wont cut my legs
i wont cut my throat
i won't cut my arms
i will slit my wrists

i will fall to my death
but then i will feel no pain
for i will be happy
up in heaven where i know i am seen

i am no longer invisible
i am no longer ignored
i am loved by all
but most of all
i am loved by the Lord