Lying on the blood stained carpet,
In my pool of red coloured sacrifice,
My body holds my scars
That tell stories of my pain.
My wrists are an open book for everyone to read.
My open casket is waiting for me.
All the waves of negativety telling me I could\'nt go on.
That make me have no reason for death,
Like I was jumping from a burning building,
but the building wasnt buring and i was just jumping.
Lying there with my last few minutes of life,
I thought about the people I loved.
The people I worshipped.
They were my heroin that kept me alive.
They took away all the pain I have ever known.
They eased my screams and put them back in my head where they belonged.
Pushing me out of that void where nothing hurt.
But now I was leaving the people that really cared,
Leaving them with no thanks,
No appreciation,
No me.
Why was I leaving the people that were kepping me alive.
Im selfish!
Im empty hearted!
I do deserve to die but I wasnt going to let me leave them.
I screamed at the air for no other reason than I wanted to save myself for them.
And only them.
She came running,
Crying and screaming down the corridor of darkness.l
\"I dont want to be here\" I said,
\"But Im doing it for you!\"
