I'm wasting away, slowly but surely.
Softly fading into the background.
Becoming nothing, even more than nothing, no one.

I want to be saved, to reach out for help,
But no one hears my silent screams.
The scars on my wrist, they each have a story.
But no one cares enough to see.

My life has no purpose, or at least so it seems.
I'm not ready to die, I want to live,
But it seems I don't have much of a choice.
The monster inside me has taken control.
Control over me, over my feelings and thoughts.

I want to break free,
break free from this monster but it seems there is no way.
I'll just continue to go on like this until one day, I'm gone.