Writing in Sorrow

I fall more every day in to the grips of sorrow,
so afraid to wake up, i fear tomorrow.
i sit in this dark corner writing this in red,
i write about how i wish i could be dead.

the sadness spills out as the ink hits the page,
i feel only sorrow now, no more rage.
i fear of the hurt that i have been poisoned with,
i feel the like my heart is being pounded by my fists.

i sit in this corner crying out every line,
i want to go, even though i show no signs.
i smile empty smiles, with no meaning behind them,
i cry inside, as the razor breaks my skin.

i still hope though that i will be saved by an angel,
and my world wouldnt be so twisted and tangled.
i wait here in the shadows living in fear,
until i'm saved i write my poems in bloody tears.