The memories

So alone and confused
no one around to lend a helping hand
nothing to win but everything to loose
on this earth i no longer want to stand

all the painfull memories are drowning me
i think it's time for me to go
no one can see
that these painfull days go so slow

i live a life of missery
scars tattooed on my wrists
no one can see
i know i wont be missed

so this will be my last goodbye
as the pills are swallowed and the razor is used
i know longer want to cry
with the memories of being abused