I look at myself in the mirror,
The one I truly hate.
My strength and sanity all taken away,
My heart bleeds from it’s past mistakes.
The cold fills into my every bone,
An uneasy tremble runs down my spine.
I’m a prisoner to my morbid thoughts,
Just hanging onto an invisible line.
I’ve stopped looking both left and right,
before crossing busy streets.
I’ve stopped counting the number of pills,
Last night,the knife got too close to me.
I’m losing all sight, of what I’ve already seen
I’m losing my grip and I’m barely seventeen.
I think I’ve made acquaintance with this pain
All that’s left to see is how long I can stay.