Sorry.

by Bryce Thompson   Jan 20, 2007


I live with this pain,
every single day of my life.
Nothing ever changes.
I always resort to the knife.

I cut up my wrists,
in an effort to disappear.
Maybe if I bleed enough,
I'll have nothing else to fear.

Nobody understands my pain,
or what I have to deal with everyday.
They all just point and laugh
as if this were some sort of game.

Well this isn't just a game at all.
It's a matter of life or death.
Nothing's the same anymore.
I lost all of my faith.

Sometimes I want to live.
When I have something to look forward to.
Otherwise this life is pointless.
You have no clue.

Somedays I want to die.
I don't want to deal anymore.
I just give up,
and cry on the floor.

Only a few select people,
can make me happy.
To those people who try and don't succeed.
I am sincerely sorry.

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