Falling down

I find myself slowly falling
but i cant seem to stop it
my worried friends are still calling
but i dont need their shit
I'm tired of their fake trust
or love that isn't real
they dint understand me
i tell them how i feel
the pain of knowing the will is gone
to live for another day
hurts me more then the blade itself
and any more then any other way
the hurt from my heart
the blood from my wrist
together are lethal
i have nothing to miss