Something

I cut myself to make me forget the pain
It seems like all my efforts are suddenly in vain
I start to cry so that maybe you'll see
All this agony, built up in me
But you don't, you never do
You still treat me like I'm two
Just some infant who you control
Putting a price, on my now empty soul
I ask myself why you'd do this
As I make a quick slit at both my wrists
The blood pours and spills to the floor
I keep on cutting any place untouched; I want more
Another cut leaves me weak and disorientated
I go to find some kind of pill, anything to keep me sedated
But I find nothing to satisfy my urge
And then I wince as I feel a sharp surge
It pulsates through this damaged vessel my mind calls home
And in a split second is gone
Then my legs give in
It's sad that you still don't notice my sin
I'm screaming now, can't you hear?
My blood pools but my eyes show no fear
What is the use of living if I'm not real?
It's amazing how easy it is to kill
All I needed was for you to see nothing
But as I lay here, I know to someone, I had to be something

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