Sick

With blood running down my arm
And tears streaming down my face
I wish i was no longer here
Alone in this place
Im sick of being alone
And im sick of being afraid
Of feeling on the edge and waiting for a strong breeze
To blow me off this ledge
Razor blades are my best friends
The best sight i see is my own end
Tears stream all night for I hold in screams all day
I hate it how i am this way
I hurt myself and i dont care
If i die tomorrow i hope your there
to witness what you've done to me
And now i hope that you can see
Im sick!
Tears fall from my eyes with no end
i borrow a happy thought from an unknowing "friend"
For I have none of my own
Lift up my sleeve
Youll see what ive done to me
Because im sick!