Screaming Tears

I slice my wrists to end the pain
its something personal not in vain
I hear my scream
I wake up it was all just a dream
but was it really
something I just dreamt
or was it real
was it really this pain that i feel
this fear rage and torment of my life
all of my suffering and strife
don't take me the wrong way
its not always me
its other people too
but i am the one who feels my pain
no body else can feel the way i feel about me
no body can see what i can see
what i see is my life ending soon
maybe not now but someday it will
i see that in my life there will be nothing to fulfill
back to my dream
or as it seems
maybe it was real
cause here on my wrists
lie tiny cuts turning into scabs
what they consist
is yet to exist
but what i do know
is that those cuts
will soon become scars
will only be a memory
of the torment of my life
and how i dealt with my strife
right now i am on the verge of suicide
all though no body can see
whats really on the inside of me
but i can and what i feel
what i see as a way out is to die
to leave you with my fears
and my screaming tears