I hate this overwhelming feeling,
Of the pain that just isn't worth revealing,
All the scars imprinted on my wrist,
Where the knife was driven down so deep it nearly put me 2 sleep,
All thoughs years of weeping in the rain,
I know I will never be the same ,
I will never feel that happiness,
The warm fuzzy feeling deep down again,
The only warmth I deserve is the crimson blood dripping from my vein,
With every splash on the floor my heart grows blacker with rejection,
All I ever needed was his affection,
But instead I was driven deep,
Deeper into darkness which I am now obliged to keep,
Keep locked in my heart,
Locked in my soul,
Locked in my mind,
Till me and life part and death takes its toll,
But I cant wait,
Its definitely time for me to meet my fait,
Because I no these feelings are not my minds mistake,
Death is urging me on,
Begging me to do it,
As I knock the chair from under my feet,
I suffocate,
I feel the grip gradually tighten as I slowly fade away,
My heart is in peace and my soul is finally free,
I just really wish someone had loved me,
How long will it take them to notice?
How long will it take them to care?
I wonder when they will finally realise that im not really there.
