Invisible

The blood is fresh,
upon my skin,
life is too hard,
I just can't win.

Same old story,
same old game,
I don't know who I am,
I can't remember my name.

I've lost too much blood,
I'm remembering my life,
all the things that hurt me,
I'm holding a knife.

The pain is too intense,
now I'm crying out,
but no one can hear me,
there's nothing left to doubt.

I'm utterly alone,
no one ever cares,
slowly I'm dying,
my flesh gently tears.

I'm close to my end,
the pains starting to ease,
nothing can hurt me now,
I've found my release.

~Monstergrrl18