In a world that's always black as night,
I barely hold on to life,
Searching for a purpose before I end up dead,
Because I bring down the knife.
I'm trapped in a world that hates me,
Trapped inside a body that bleeds,
No one even cares,
About the life I need.
I hide inside my mind,
But even there, I am not safe,
Because I hate me too,
I have become a waif.
I close my eyes so I cannot see,
And I hold my breath,
I've finally given up my hope,
I am ready for death.
Comments
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They say hope floats...but I don't think it's because it's buoyant, I think it sits on top of your head safe while you're held down under the water by its wait, drowning.
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Interesting ! Dark and painful .Keep it up .
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