I sit here letting out silent pleas
With the blood that I bleed.
I cut myself, once again,
Hoping that it will cause my heart to bend
Bend yet not break
But in the end, I can barely keep myself awake.
I’m dizzy, the room is spinning.
I’m beginning to regret this decision,
But I know that it is time.
It’s time to leave.
I’ve tried to reach out for help,
But I fail, every time.
I can’t take this any longer.
I deserve to experience this right now.
One more cut and I might just hit the vein right.
Then it can be over.
But my pain is fading.
I need more.
I overdose on pills,
To further the pain.
I’ve been brought to literal tears.
Something I haven’t experienced in a long time.
The tears are now flowing.
One last cut is on its way
I am successful.
I am gone.
How do you feel now?
You wish you had seen through my masks?
You wish you would have tried to help?
You wish you could have listened?
Can you hear me now?