Here I sit in the dark
Watching people pass me by,
Not caring to look my way,
Ignoring me as if I am invisible.
Why would they care about someone like me?
Someone who is different,
Someone who likes the dark,
Someone who cuts themselves.
I watch the blood flowing,
From my wrist and onto the floor,
Making a puddle around my feet.
What should I do?
Should I succumb to the inevitable?
I don't know if they'll miss me.
I don't think so,maybe I should welcome death.
Death comes in many forms,
Pills,knives,razors,natural causes,
Mine won't be natural though.
Mine will be suicide.
I surrender to death and get surrounded by the darkness.
