Its never worth it

Within the deep glistening gloom
a shadow gently creeps all over the room
staring intently over me
sending a sense of misery into my mood

holding up my eyes
i begin to adjust
i begin to picture clearly
the wrists that Ive cut

confusing my plethora of thoughts
i begin to sob and weep
never realized that my guilt
would make me feels so weak

holding up my mind
i begin to adjust
hatred brews up inside
i see the body i disgust

one day i know ill learn
that this overwhelming vanity
is absolutely absurd
this is my weakness this is my frailty