you told me to write
but i have nothing to say,
apart from the fact,
that i dread waking up each day...
i promised andrew i wouldnt cut,
and it is killing me,
cos i have all the issues flowing inside my blood,
that im dying to just set free...
i simple slit is all it takes,
to take away my pain,
but it doesnt really last that long,
til im urged to do it again..
im turning from the living,
and im racing to the dead,
these never ending issues,
all swirling in my head...
the scars the keep me haunted,
and the dreams always replay...
im falling from life at a rapid pace,
and it happens everyday...
i keep of living in a memory,
that has cruelly haunted me deep,
then i relive it when i go through my dreary day,
to relive it again in my sleep...
you see this all will never end,
no matter what you say,
im stuck in my depressed life,
and like that it will stay...
i've tried to keep on talking,
but the message doesn't get through,
i've tried so many different things,
but none of them ever do...
if i didnt make that promise,
i'd turn straight to the blade,
cos i know from that deep deep slit,
all my problems soon will fade.....

I wish i was as invisable as he made me feel

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