I lie there in my own life, which is still flowin from my veins.
I don’t stop it, I want to die.
People will look on and ask why i did it, I ask why not.
If they really cared about it, I wouldn’t be laying on the ground in the first place.
As the blood empties from my body,
so does my future, which is made of everything that I’ve worked for,
but it wasn’t enough to keep me from grabbing the razor.
When the blood drains from my body,
and you find me the next day, what will you think?
will you go on with your life because you never cared?
will you feel guilty because you pushed me to hard, or left me, or ignored me all together?
Will you even know your the reason i did it all, all of you.
After the blood dried oon my body,
I look back at everyone looking at me.
I don’t care that your disturbed by the sight, shocked from my action, affected by the loss.
I still feel the anger that made me do this.
The single light in my life kept me alive for nineteen years, I feel sorry that you couldn’t keep me going.
and I’m sorry I dissapointed you, I never wanted to, I just wanted to make you happy,
and I’m sorry that it ended like this.
Now that the blood has left my decaying body,
I look back at everything.
I regret not telling you what you did to me.
I wish I did this in front of you, so you could see my pain as theblade splits my skin.
I would have held you down so that you didn’t call for help.
We would have sat there, with you in my arms, like we always did, except this is the last time.
You would cry and my blood would soak into your clothes.
It wouldn’t be me dying alone, a part of you would die to,
our away into the carpet like the blood that you are so desperately trying to stop from fleeing.
But I just hold you, bittersweet thoughts in my head
You finally feel my pain, my neglect, my hatred, with every drop of blood that hits your skin.
but it was at such a cost to me.
It’s good that I’m meaningless, to you, everyone.
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Originally posted by dutch_paki:
**I lie there in my own life, which is still flowin from my veins.
I don't stop it, I want to die.
People will look on and ask why i did it, I ask why not.
If they really cared about it, I wouldn't be laying on the ground in the first place.
As the blood empties from my body,
so does my future, which is made of everything that I've worked for,
but it wasn't enough to keep me from grabbing the razor.
When the blood drains from my body,
and you find me the next day, what will you think?
will you go on with your life because you never cared?
will you feel guilty because you pushed me to hard, or left me, or ignored me all together?
Will you even know your the reason i did it all, all of you.
After the blood dried oon my body,
I look back at everyone looking at me.
I don't care that your disturbed by the sight, shocked from my action, affected by the loss.
I still feel the anger that made me do this.
The single light in my life kept me alive for nineteen years, I feel sorry that you couldn't keep me going.
and I'm sorry I dissapointed you, I never wanted to, I just wanted to make you happy,
and I'm sorry that it ended like this.
Now that the blood has left my decaying body,
I look back at everything.
I regret not telling you what you did to me.
I wish I did this in front of you, so you could see my pain as theblade splits my skin.
I would have held you down so that you didn't call for help.
We would have sat there, with you in my arms, like we always did, except this is the last time.
You would cry and my blood would soak into your clothes.
It wouldn't be me dying alone, a part of you would die to,
our away into the carpet like the blood that you are so desperately trying to stop from fleeing.
But I just hold you, bittersweet thoughts in my head
You finally feel my pain, my neglect, my hatred, with every drop of blood that hits your skin.
but it was at such a cost to me.
It's good that I'm meaningless, to you, everyone.