Words Of Comfort

I live my life from day to day,
With no one to tell me that I'm okay.
I sit and cry almost every night,
All by myself, no one here to hold me tight.
And yes I cut to relieve my pain,
But this is not suicide,nor is it a game.
I love my life, believe me I do,
But all this pain is just from you.
The way you left, but didn't say goodbye,
Made me sick to my stomach, and made me want to die.
But I held on to my lonely life,
The only difference now is that sharp, shiny knife.
And please don't call me a stupid freak,
Or say that I'm completely weak.
This thing I do, brings tears to my eyes,
Because I can't stop and it makes me cry.
And then the tears turn to blood so red,
Seeping from my wrists, while I lay on my bed.
But please don't think that this is suicide,
It's just all this pain I'm trying to hide.
And behind these eyes are my lonely tears,
While I see my pain behind this broken mirror.
But I live my life from day to day,
Yet no words of comfort do you ever say.

~Madison Leigh~ April 24th 2005