the suicide

Dead inside

feel alone

crawling slow across the veins

blood creeps out

crying out

images of you spilling out

ashamed of asking you for help

bottle up emotions deep

throw up walls

you can't read me at all

in pain

no one knows

suicidal thoughts rush inside

cry out into the night

begging you to stay the night

so many scars lay on my arm

scars on scars

you cannot see

you cannot see

what's inside of me

until it's to late

you can't save me

Reviews

[shade]

wow that is dark man, but you know what you did a good job what it is like to have thoughts like that,
i find it sad we live in a age where we can build computers and robots but can't help people with thoughts like that, and when we do all we do is give them pills.

[Drama Child]

Deep, and dark.. So many suffer.. Thanks for sharing.