My Insides

Cold and lonely, whispers thoughts.
suicidal mind with thousands of cuts.

Inside and out feeling so lost.
Mentally wreck-less feeling tossed.

No peace in my heart.
No time for a start.

Only room for crying.
Slowly tears are drying.

So many people, nobody helping.
So very slowly my insides are drying.

I've given up hope.
And I've got a rope.

Confused and abused.
Nothing to loose.

Life or death, no easy way out.
Doubtfully choosing life, I give out a shout.