I stare blankly ahead
waiting for someone, anyone
to find my almost lifeless body
but there's no one.
It's always been this way
forever couldn't come quicker.
My condition worsens
as my body becomes sicker.
The red ink stains my skin
as it rolls down my wrist.
Little white lines mar my body
flaws never missed.
I sit here staring at the mess I made
wondering how it fell apart.
I thought as silence encased me,
this was the end from the start.
I was never destined for greatness,
my life had been planned.
My body was suddenly lost,
not knowing where to land.
I guess I was a hopeless case
like a train running off its tracks.
The future full of living nightmares
Demons come to fulfill where others lack.
My mind wore thin,
my body stretched to its limits.
I kept everything inside,
but they would know in minutes.
I was like a bottle,
pretty on the outside
but when dropped,
I lay broken and cast aside.
I had gone over the edge
in a world far less than kind.
A hopeless soul
wandering without a mind.
It was inevitable
if I look closely.
I was always broken
from pain mostly.
I thought laying there,
with red laced into my skin
no one will notice me
they won't even begin.
Depressed and alone I sat
blood dripping down my hand,
I was lost
in this god forsaken land.