Your mom asks you whats wrong.
You say nothing.
Deep inside knowing you aren’t okay.
Your friends ask you whats wrong.
You say nothing.
Thinking that they might leave of ow many issues you have that they don't know about.
Your dad asks if your okay.
You sigh and decide it's finally time to tell someone.
You tell him everything.
He then puts you into a mental hospital because he's scared of his safety.
Your worst nightmare had turned into a reality, no one cared.

how did i get to this point
where i cant get out of bed
my eyes look so empty
deep lifeless pits
my body aches
with the pain of being alive

i don't understand
is it chemicals in my brain
scrambled into the wrong combinations
is it something i did
if it was
i cant remember

i'm not gonna last long

Spill Spill Smile,
Your blood pours out all the while,
I am sorry you had to die,
But i am even more sorry i didn't cry,
I am sorry i didn't miss seeing your face,
I guess missing you is just not my place,
I am sorry for torturing you but now i am done,
I am sorry but it was so much fun,
To watch it run and run,
Slicing and Splitting skin,
Cause i have no emotion within,
I am sorry the one i hurt was me.

without me,
the world would be a better place to live,
don't ever lie to me that,
i belong here,
when i already know that,
for fools like me,
this world isn't a better place,
don't tell me,
it will be alright,
when i know,
it's never getting better,
don't try to convince me that,
everything is going to be perfect.........

now read from bottom to top.

Alone standing in canvas
Painted, and painted over;
they have made me their
simpatico play toys.

My flesh tender from
their eraser burn embers.
Heart diluted from
their white washed tears.

I shouldn't spill my ink
across the pages,
knowing that these masterpieces
are just temporary stages.

They'll toss me limply
into my disorganized pen collection,
after they have robbed me of my
poetic affections.

No one should spill
their tempestuous monologues
to people without the same sincerity,
because it can **** them.
At least, it's been killing me.