I'm sitting here looking at these four white walls,
not knowing where to go or where to crawl.
I guess you can say I'm like a baby i act a day old,
crying, screaming and whining begging to be hold.
I didnt know where to go to for a place to go hide,
I only know to cut myself deep inside.
It helps me for the moment but not very long,
cause i break down through the day I'm not at all strong.
But i know if i continue to do this ill just go and slip away,
I might cut way too deep and wont wake up the next day.
Theres no reason for my life i have no one to live for,
the people that said they love me are not here for me anymore.
But if you say you love me tell me why you are not here,
to be by my side, hold me, and wipe away my tears.
But no more will i cry nor will i scream,
Ill just disappear into one of my dark and scary dreams.
So here i am writing my final thoughts and taking my last breath,
now you know my feelings, but its too late I'm already at my death
thank you for taking the time to read this poem I'm new here so rate it please. this poem really means alot to me
