I sigh
And release
A breathe
As the dark inky red blood
Makes trails down
My porcelain wrists
Making crimson walking paths
On witch all my pain and agony leak out
Run down

A manic giggle
Escapes my lips as I realize
There could never be
Enough crimson paths
To release
All the sorrows
My heart holds
Pain
So sharp and acute
That it cuts me inside and out

I moan
At the thought of another lie
Will today be the day
They chose to stop believing
That
“I already ate”
“I’m not hungry”
“I’ll eat something later”
“I don’t feel well”

I cry
As I retreat to my room
I sometimes wish someone
Would see through my lies
I wish that someone
Cared about me enough
To see
To stop me
From my slow suicide

I lie
“I’m just wearing baggy clothes I’m really not that thin!”
“I actually eat a lot I’m just not hungry right now”
“I wear long sleeves and pants because I’m always freezing”
“I’m just tired”
“No I’ve never cut”
“I’m OK”
“I’ve never wanted to die”
“I’m fine”

Begging
With my eyes
For people to see
Past my lies
Begging
For someone
To stop
My slow suicide