I sit in my room,
screaming with silent tears,
confused how to live life,
or what life means anyway,
my head tells me to cut,
i almost do, but i have a tight grip on god,
though my grip has getting very unsteady lately,
and my fingers are starting to slip,
as loneliness grows,
our fingers come slightly further apart,
as pain starts to overtake my body,
the last of our fingertips,
gone,
as i fall to the ground,
a cave of darkness swallows my life,
as it scrapes me into its purity,
i am a new person,
a person i don't know,
a person I'm not familiar with,
but a person thats living my life and wont give it back
