The Unheard Help

The clock is ticking,
and my times running out,
"I CANT LIVE ANYMORE!"
i scream and i shout.

At the top of my lungs,
but im deaf to the ear,
no one can hear me,
my deaths drawing near.

Maybe Its in my head,
a game in my mind,
people cant see it,
because theres nothing to find.

I tried to leave clues,
the scars on my wrists,
but i covered them up,
like they didnt exsist.

Silent screams,
and hidden clues,
unwept tears,
and 'crimson blues'

Trapped in a nightmare,
never to awake,
ill take my life,
this isnt fake.

I need some help,
someone by my side,
i want to get off,
this ever lasting merry go ride.