I’m sick.
I’m twisted.
My life is broke
and you cant fix it.
I have nothing to lose,
nothing to gain,
nothing but sorrows.
Nothing but pain.
Days seem not to change.
Time is standing still.
Drawing black streaks on my face,
blood dripping to my will.
Do not try to judge me
until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes.
But if I know you-you’ll run away
and once again, I’d lose.
My mind is completely black,
dark and dull as space.
I never lived or ever cried,
but please, kill me just incase.
They say life is only fair
if that’s what you try to make it.
But I’ve tried so hard and always failed,
no longer can I take it.
Ignore the blood on my wrists-
It’s merely dark-red shadowed tears.
Tears that I’ve always cried alone
as I thought about my fears.
I wish to say goodbye.
But alas, the thought merely lingers in my mind.
It’s something only hoped for;
to leave this world behind
My insides start to decay
as this blade pulses on my wrist.
To never have to been in this place
is my one and final wish.
But its too late for me.
Death would be too much of a price
I’m forced to live this eternal hell.
And that is my ultimate sacrifice.
 Spade6sic6 · Sat Aug 25, 2007 @ 10:33pm · 5 Comments |
