Waiting

I sit there silently,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting.

i sit there so quietly,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting.

i sit there late at night,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting.

i sit there in the bath-tub,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting for my identity,
waiting.

i sit there in solitude,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting for my identity,
waiting for my heart to beat,
waiting.

i sit there in the cool of the night,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting for my identity,
waiting for my heart to beat,
waiting to be found,
waiting.

i sit there in the twilight,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting for my identity,
waiting for my heart to beat,
waiting to be found,
waiting for someone to care,
waiting.

i sit there in the familiar blackness,
waiting for my cuts to bleed,
waiting for the tears,
waiting for sadness to envelop me,
waiting for my identity,
waiting for my heart to beat,
waiting to be found,
waiting for someone to care,
waiting to live or waiting to die.
i will be waiting forever.
waiting.