Stolen

Everyday is a struggle,
Against the urge to use the blade.
Drowning in my tears, blood & pain,
I'm dying.

I want out of this 'life'
But what's the point if its not worth living,
I can't see any way ouy,
Other than to end it forever.

I'm sick of the bruises,
Now i can't even write,
I need to talk,
But my voice has been stolen.