I've hit rock bottom.
No one can save me from this oppression.
I used to laugh.
I used to love.
I miss the smiles
and the jokes.
But that life has gone.
It's here no more.
Can't you hear me crying?
Hear me dying?
I'm screaming your name
as the blood numbs my pain.
I feel it slice,
icy and sleek.
Then the pain,
and the blood.
I feel the emotions
turning physical.
This is what I want.
This I can handle.
Can you save me?
Will you even try?
Do you hear me?
See me cry?
No, you can't.
You're obsessed with your own life.
There's no room for mine.
My thoughts,
my pain,
my scars,
my screams.
There's no room.
I have no where to go.
I hate life.
It hurts.