And when I run this blade along my wrist

I wonder if anyone truly cares.

I wonder what will happen if I pressed down,

If I dug it in just a little deeper.

Would it hurt as much as the void?

What do I have to live for?

Why should I stay in this world?

I am invisable and nobody sees,

How much their actions hurt.

All I want is to love... And be loved back...

A life without heartache and betrayal.

But that is not the meaning of life.

Life is to die and I hate waiting.

So I dig the blade in deeper.

Crimson blood spilling around me.

Pain in my wrist, I hold the knife weakly.

I find the vein and run the knife up it,

Cutting deep into it.

I scream as pain consumes me.

I cry as sorrow takes over.

And then I see it.

And I feel so blind.

I did this and I never knew.

That my reason.

My reason for living,

Is you.