I've been killing myself lately
and waiting on you to notice;
The ways my eyes
hold no color,
Besides the black and blues
under my eyes.
Id scream your name,
if I could,
But I bit my tongue off from
holding back on
all the words I should've said.
I carved your name in my wrists
in order to catch your attention;
But you found it
as an act of love.
I was killing myself,
waiting for you to save me,
giving you all the signs
my body could;
However, you were too busy
looking in the mirror.