I feel the ice on my skin,
and it sort of burns.

The paleness of my arm
screams as the blood falls off.

No more pain is felt-
in my mind I am finished.

There is no one who cares...
In this world I am alone.

For some unusual reason;
I can’t seem to care about myself.

My eyes are bloodshot,
while my wrist is crying.

Somebody hurt me so much,
I don’t want to wake in the morning.

Don’t feel bad for me, please,
I am nothing to you, or anyone else.

Walk away from me
knowing I don’t mean a thing.

Why did you even talk to me
and look into my eyes saying you love me?

You f***ing lied to me,
and now she is in your arms.

Maybe I shouldn’t be breathing--
after all, who cares?

Obviously you and I don’t
so it doesn’t matter.