TeLlInG yOu.

As i lay in this bath, full of blood and sadness,
I look back on my path,
I look back on my badness.
How to you I was the screw-up, How I was just a problem, How I was a mistake.
As I drag a blade across my skin, I feel no pain, Just relief.
My blood runs across my wrist,
Falling like tears into the water.
I have hidden my depression and I have hidden it well,
for you never noticed when I fell.
I screamed at you, and you asked why.
I tried to tell you,
but you walked on by.
I packed all of my emotion and sadness into one place,
It was a blade and it took everythings place.
It has become my addiction, it is my drug, I shoot it up my arm like heorine, it makes me feel numb.
As I scribble these words on paper, finally telling you how I feel, I am slowly dying like vapor. I wonder one last thing as I leave this world in perfect harmony.
wHaT dO yOu ThInK oF mE?