My death is forgot.

I look out the window,
And I see the birds outside,
I close the windows,
Walk away,
And I hit my side.

There's no pain there,
Hasn't been in years,
And I'm not even sure,
I have any tears.

I see nothing,
Nor do I hear,
So I slit my wrist again,
Make sure no one is near.

Then I walk outside,
See my neighbors and so,
When I need to talk,
There's no where to go.

So I sit in my blood,
And drain out from my arm,
Scream in my torment,
Set off the alarm.

Mom comes to the door,
I say nothings the matter,
After she leaves,
I beat and I batter.

The pain still is there,
Though my heart may be not,
I drift off to sleep,
And my death is forgot.