I have these thoughts I don't understand.

They come from a place I don't quite know.

Often at times I sit alone.

I stare at these walls,

these walls that are closing in.

I sit here and cry.

I wonder as if I will ever be saved.

 

I sit here in silence,

I know nobody cares.

I often have these thoughts,

They always consist of my dying.

 

Is anyone there?

Is anyone willing to care?

I have these thoughts,

ones I don't quite understand.

They come from a place I don't quite know.

 

Do you see this pain?

The pain that hides amongst my wrist.

I stare at these walls that are caving in.

I sit here and cry,

wondering if i will ever be saved.

 

Is it here in silence 

silience of killing

silence of death

silence that just might be...

The end of me..