Carved In

Slowly falling to sleep
Breathing pretty hard
Thinking about what has happened
The word DEATH carved in my arm
I lay awake every night
Thinking about the past year
All the constant pain and neglect
Has filled me up with fear
Fear of the constant pain and torture
And fear of a life alone
And if I die all by myself
I blame the pain at home
I blame my family for my suicidal poems
And for my suicidal thoughs
If they would have showed me a little love
I would have at least fought
I don't feel any respect
And I don't feel any love
That is why I deciced this
To end here and soar above
And as I write this depressing poem
I think about all my sins
And I think about the pain I felt
For what is now carved in