What i want yet cant do...

I sit here with feelings of being more then just pitter, sad, and alone.
I sit here wishing I was 6 feet under no heart, no soul, just skin and bone.

I think thoughts of death and suicides all to myself and running throw my head.
I have had these feelings stronger then ever before wishes to die wanting to be dead.

I have nothing to live for nothing to look forward to.
For the love I thought you gave me turned out to be a lie to be not true.

I want nothing more then to have a sharp cold blade open my vein.
To loss enough blood to stop all the hurt, suffering and pain.

I know I will not do it for I don’t want to constantly be in a nightmare.
For to be in a hell such as that I would not be able to bare.

I feel as if I am in a hell of my own.
The loud cries of pain never became a low tone.

Maybe when I die it will be a beautiful yet fearful hush.
No longer yelling no longer will the world be in such a rush .

I don’t want to grow old I don’t want to become something.
I just want to have no pain I just want to feel nothing.