Inbox

My inbox is empty,
like it always is
I feel so alone
I just want to die
No one can help me
They don't understand
No one can save me
Except for his hands
Nothing can pull me up
But mabey a letter or two
I feel like I live for the music
The music and you
Like nothing is right
Yet nothing is wrong
I just feel,
like I don't belong
My place is with you
You're never here
Can you not hear me?
Or do you not care?
The pain leaves my body,
I scream for it to stop
Pent up frustration
It seems,is all I've got
My inbox is empty
Feel so ignored
Now I lay wounded
alone on my bathroom floor
Some days are a waste of makeup
Shouldn't this be the mortisian's job?
Some days,not worth living
So why even try?
Some days,you just want to die