Theres heaps of other people that feel the way i do...im not alone...i just cant be...??

When i think about my life
its like blood surfacing the skin
All my thoughts pour through my head
Slowly dripping down forever with me

Broken and alone in a very dark place...
waiting for someone to save me...

Now is when the tears start to fall...
I wonder if i'll make it at all..
All that anger, hate and pain..
I'll never be the same again..

Its like im standing right in front of you balling my eyes out and you just look and walk away, without any inch of feeling or emotion, like im see through or you see me but you dont want to see me 4 wat is really there or you just cant help me....

Sik of this life
Sik of being me
Sik of my problems
Sik of turning to cutting
Sik of bleeding
Sik of crying
Sik of people
Wishes of dying...

Screaming out to answers to a piece of paper...??

Please comment on my new poems it would mean a lot!!!! XoX

I could do this all night, just look for a spare space on my wrist to cut, that sensation of pains relaxation, to forget everything for that one moment...

There's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Every *ing i do
Is worthless because of you!!!

Black, Red, my favourite colours
Hate, anger my favourite words
Faithless, tired my heart feels
Destiny=death, now this is real...