UNTITLED.

I hate it when you see me like this,
When you see that I am not strong,
When I am alone grieving,
For all the things I have done wrong.

Inside i am crying for help
Screaming for someone to har me,
I am dying inside,
Slowly but surely.

You tried to talk to me,
I pushed you away,
When you did leave,
I actually wanted you to stay.

I can't help but hate the way I am,
I hate the way I reach,
For a razor or knife,

Cause everytime i do,
I reach towards death,
not life.