Nothings getting better

I sit upon my bed of glass
and pray for it not to break
for in my mind i cry at night
and pray to heavens sake

\"save me from my haunting
save me from my hate
let me hide behind my mask
this just might be my fate\"

a razor is how i tend to deal
with the lost and pain in my life
but then again life doesnt get easier
so i also turn to the knife

whispering voices
inside my head
telling me i suck at life
and how im better off dead

what is so wrong with me?
why do i have so much pain
i write my poems to myself
to keep me from going insane

i pray to everyone in heaven
that my mom doesnt walk in the door
and see her only baby girl
sprawled in her blood on the floor.

it terrfies me and makes me cut
because it might cause me too much harm
but then again i hide myself
and i tend to hide my arm

but nothing is getting better
so here it comes my final breath
im sick of all this outcome
so im taking my final breath..

goodnight.

* i dont feel this way .. its just something i thought of *