Dieing in Solitude

Stinging where i cut
bloody are my hands
my make up smudges
as each tear runs down my face

i tryed to numb the pain
because it really hurts
the drugs..i hope they work
i hope they stop the blood

I've taken way too much
my head is killing me
i feel like I'm gonna be sick
and my parents,they don't even see

that I'm having a mental breakdown
emotions everywhere
they still expect me too do everything right
it really, isn't fair

whats going on in my head
that i really can't stand life
that every time i get upset
i run of too my knife

live,die,i don't care
I'm really not that bothered
i live in my own world anyway
floating like a feather

because i hate the reality
of the world today
i keep myself sealed off, locked up,
alone too rot away..