Tonight, I just dont feel the same
Kinda nice, kinda a shame
Two friends left and there fading away  
Living yet another ******* day  
Depressed but I feel for all the wrong reasons  
Standing outside watching the skies change season's  
Sick of being a puppet, sick of being used  
Sick of my own messed up abuse  
Why can't I just let go tonight and be done  
No matter what I try life has become dull, nothing fun  
I don't even know why I write and communicate it seems all a waste    
I'm not even bleeding yet and blood I can taste  
Another struggle, another poem, another ******* day  
I'm at the point I could care less of feelings and what you say  
Most likely your just another problem I let into my life  
**** the gun, lets do this painfully slow with this here knife  
I've bleed nearly everyday just sitting writing this ****  
Another suicidal poem written for you all to put up with  
Dont worry though life isn't forever and neither am I  
But as long as I write Ill be your painful reminder to as why