Fey

My body lies in a catatonic state.
This happens more and more of late.
I cry till I forget to breathe,
Hoping my soul will take its leave.
Trying to forever stop my breathe,
And embracing thoughts and dreams of death.
Scour and search and hope to find
Something sharp to ease my mind.
Some jagged thing to rip my flesh
They need a dose of the suicide buzz.
Really feel what its like to fail.
I have; its my life-long tale.
F**k New Haven, f**k the world,
F**k everything that f**ked this girl.
Dont even cry, your tears are fake.
Im dying, yes I know the stakes.
Yes, I expect Ill go to Hell,
But I think it should suit me well.
No one knows where I am at.
Who would care? Iâ??m a treatment rat.
Iâ??m ready for the end to come,
To turn my mind and body numb.