Intensity

The pain keeps cutting deeper,
with every passing day.
i wish i could become numb,
feeling nothing anymore.

i don't see the point in living,
it's all downhill from here.
i can't keep going on like this,
pretending I'm just fine.

theres been a day or two,
When things seemed to get better.
Then i realized it was a mirage,
Another figment of my wishful imagination.

Every day feels like a child's game.
Playing pretend,
acting like everything is perfect.

I've tried to tell a few people,
How the hurt breaks me from within.
But the response was never what i hoped,
just intensifying those hated feelings.

They don't seem to understand,
How much I'm really hurting.
That its not me wanting attention,
But a desperate cry for help.

I've stopped wishing and believing,
That things would get better.
I can't wait to be saved any longer,
I just need this life to end.