• Bloody wrists, blurring vision, fading thoughts.
    Why did it come to this, why did nobody stop this, why does nobody save me.
    No one listened, no one saw me, no one cared.
    Now I lay in my own blood, waiting for the last light to finally fade from my vision.
    I fall into the final sleep, knowing I wont wake to see tomorrow.
    Wishing all the while that someone would have noticed me, spoke to me, said my name just once.
    Now its to late, there’s no more tomorrow for me.
    I will no longer see, hear, feel, or live.
    I will no longer wake.