Alone and waiting

Is it silent?
or is it quiet?
Maybe i'm alone
talking to the walls
cutting on my wrist
while crying from my eyes
asking myself
when am i going to die,

i bleed from my vains
everyday and night
in the darkest corner of my room
so no one can hear my cry

cause my life is already dead
that's why
i blead my blood of lead
so now i'll wait alone
until my soul die's
let's go of my body and goes up into the sky