Fool

Last night I almost used the rope,
I was all ready…it was around my neck.
Instead I gave in, and took some pills to help me cope.
I sobbed and cut, like a pathetic wreck.
Everyone was home,
And I just sat like a fool.
Away from everyone, just to be always alone.
I use my knife, it’s my favorite tool.
I’m so weak,
I try so fckin hard to make my pain go away.
But Every time I open my eyes, I’m still the same freak
As I was yesterday.
I can’t stop staring
At my cuts…my bleeding arm
Everybody’s already stopped caring.
I just want to die.
I don’t care how its done,
I’m sick of living a lie,
It's never been any fun.

Hayley ©