why wait
for the pain
for someone to hurt you

when you can hurt them first?

She screams but no ones listening.
She cries but no ones watching.
She hurts but no one cares.
Shes gone but no one notices.

Going back to the night with tears streaming down my face,
The blade didn’t work so I guess I’ll have to live out my unthinkable fate.
I want to slip into the unknown and never look back, because everyone’s eyes are filled with hate and there’s no getting anything that was ever mine back.
So as I ponder the afterlife and try to be set free, I’ll keep dragging this corpse through life as I try to regain any ounce of sanity.

What do you do
When you are afraid
Of death
To the point
You’re no longer living
And afraid of life
To the point you’d rather die
Just sitting
On the edge of the world
Deciding whether to jump off
Or turn around and go play
before the sun goes down?