I can see how my life will end,
alone…lying on the floor with no friends.
Mother disgusted at my pain,
Dad pretending its not there so he doesn’t go insane.
I sit in the darkest corner of the darkest room,
alone is the biggest comfort to me.
People turn their heads away from me,
they don’t see me.
God has blessed us with such a thing as life,
but why do I hurt so bad to end my existance?
I just want to lie cold in the ground,
its better then nobody around.
Everyone tells me,
“You have so much going for you”
Yeah, alot of good that will do,
...if only they all knew.
I hurt and I cry,
my life being shoved in my face and down my throat,
The blade is the only reassurance in the end,
pretty soon, I’ll just blend.
Someone hear this call for help,
nobody will let me cry out loud,
I don’t want to put anyone to shame…
I don’t make a sound.
Nobody has hurt me, and I have hurt nobody,
pain has willingly tainted my smile,
and it makes life, love and happiness,
No warm soul to love,
and no friend to cry to,
I cry to myself…and hold myself together,
but I am only me.