I sit and wait.
Wait for death to take over Pull me from the reality, Into the ever tempting darkness I look down at my cut arm,
It doesn't bleed much A few beads is all My pale skin covered with red cuts All caused by scissors and pins You don't care, that is clear My body resists death. Why?
All I want is death. You are the only one able To save me from this fate But you don't even try.
Music blaring, yet I barely hear it Sitting at the window Looking down to the ground If I fell my body would be broken But it may not kill me.
A dark shadow passes me.
I don't care what it is.
It cannot save me.
It wouldn't even try.
Then it is gone.
And I still wait.
Cold and emotionless.
Waiting for Death to take me.