Looking around all I see is emptiness.
I no longer see my friends.
I see lies.
I see people who told me they would be there.
Looking around I see the shattered remains of my life.
I no longer see anyone who cares.
I see bitter oblivion.
I see those who pretended to care.
Looking at myself I see the knife.
I see the end to the lies.
I see my solution.
I see my only way out.
Looking around I know now that no one cared.
I now know that for everyone to be happy
I must die.
Here now. I take this knife, not to my wrist. No I take it to my throat.
I insure I will not come back with this slight move.
This shiny knife is now stained red.
My blood pools on the floor and no one notices.
Days pass and still I lay there.
Weeks, months. Still no one cares.
One year and finally they see me as who I am.
I was a friend when they needed. I was the one to talk to .
Now....now I am no one's problem, no one's solution.
