Falling to the ground
No one is there
not making a sound
cuz no one cares
How can you not hear
my loud screams
you're so near
i'm breaking through the seams
the reflection of me
in the blade on the knife
hating what i see
fading in the nothingness of life
cutting deep to penetrade my skin
the addiction doesn't end
hurting all i call my kin
my stained wrists will never mend
like a flower blooming in the summer
or a thorn that pricks
the tears of my lover
will always stick
he will stand there at my grave
locked in a prison of hate
wishing i could have been saved
but suicide was my fate