Stuck..

An old friend,
a new pain,
life is empty,
nothing to gain.

I pick up my friend,
place it in my hand,
thinking about all the pain,
wishing I was a different man.

Cut after cut, I watch the blood,
as it drops onto the floor,
hoping that my life will end soon,
knowing that I can't take much more.

I've always been a good person,
tried helping everyone that I met,
I've been told that I've changed lives
and I'm someone that they will never forget.

But now I am stuck in this rut,
of not being able to forgive,
I blame myself for my mistake,
my life has a new path to live.

I have always strived for perfection,
wanting to prove to others that I'm worthy,
I pushed myself beyond what I believed in
but now I am left feeling so empty.

Another cold night,
another wet pillow,
a tear soaked shirt,
but no one will know...