• Why is it that they get to be happy and I don’t?
    the only place I find solace in is the blade closer and closer to the vein
    seeing happy smiling faces pass me by
    it makes me want to go deep and deeper
    watching them go by in groups, families, friends
    and to think that I cant have that, faster and faster
    feeling the vibrant light that they emit
    while I sit here in my drowning darkness
    its all to sickening I don’t need to be here for them to be
    happy I’ve supported myself until now and yet people
    say that they need me as if they don’t support they take and take
    and make me cut, cut, cut drawing more and more blood each time
    its their fault not mine, I cant leave this ever depressing
    darkness that I’ve created for myself