Razor Sharp Edges

I'm alone,
sitting the in dark.
Not saying a word,
letting life leave its mark.

Dying inside,
the blood is dripping down.
Cut open wrists,
not making a sound.

I believed in myself,
what a waste of time.
I am worth nothing,
not a penny or a dime.

My family ignores me,
my birth parents left me.
The numbness is all I feel,
my blood is all I see.

I can be a better person,
just give me the chance.
All I need is a hand,
to save me from my last dance.