Right Before Your Eyes.

Day after day I sit here
The pain is so intense-but I find I can’t even cry
My life is a chaotic mess
Full of days waiting to die

No one sees the pain building inside
No one sees what’s going on right under their nose
I suppose they don’t care
They think this is the path I have chose

The scars on my arms-do they mean nothing?
Do you think the pain behind them just went away?
What will you think if you find me bloody on the floor
Practically dead someday?

I’ve been crying out for help.
I’ve said it in the simplest of words
I need help to drag myself out of this mess
But I feel as if I’m not being heard

The smoking, the cutting, the drinking, the pills
What will it take for you to realize
I’m practically killing myself
Right before your eyes.