Out Of Life

This theme is getting old.

I can't stand this empty feeling anymore,

This perpetual feeling of hatred aimed inwardly.

I'm gone.

Only you can pull me out of this trance I am in.

Endless pain.

My pillow knows my sorrows,

It's my emotional sponge.

I've never been strong enough to deal with my life.

I'm pleading

I need you to pick me up.

Save me from the cold and never ending darkness,

Which is looking so warm and comforting now.

My tears litter this page.

I'm so sick of it all.

Stringing these words,

These emotions together with my black ink,

Holding my pen in my hand and letting it glide gracefully across the page,

Is the only thing keeping me from snatching my knife from besides me and adding to the work of art I am creating on my body.

I've never been good enough at anything to make me truly happy.

It's frightening not caring of what's to come,

Or the lack of what may at this rate.

I've done this to myself.

My mind is reeling.

It hurts so bad,

So fucking bad.

And you still haven't pulled me back.

Wake me up and remind me,

Give me something to live for.

Save me from the nothingness.

You were supposed to be there…

I can't take it,

You were too late,

I wont feel it anyway

I'm to far gone for you to catch me as I fall

Out of life.