The war in my mind has been anything but kind.
As the blood gushes from my thighs,
I wonder why I live in a life of lies.
The desire to stop cutting is not there.
Without them I'll be bare.
You all think I am happy as can be....
But I'm hiding all the pain can't you see?
I want to stop thinking because every time I do,
I feel myself sinking.
I took the pills...but they only left me sitting here with chills.
The rope seems to be my only hope.
I don't want to be here.
Haven't I made that perfectly clear?

I was slowly drowning,
but no one saw my struggle to keep my head above surface.
It's too late now.
Mind completely consumed.
My body was taken hostage.
The demons dance during my interlude.
I just don't want to hold on anymore.
I am nothing.
I am tired.
I am done.
**You win.

I find to much beauty in the rain,
as I sit here and watch myself completely drain.

I can't seem to process what you said,
as I silently sit here contemplating in my head.

All I can think about is how I wish I were dead.

"They don't care about you anyway."
So why do I sit here and continue to stay?

If tonight I decide to say goodbye,
would you please sing me a lullaby?

Or will you continue to stare at me like I'm some foreign creature
and watch me cry?