sharp objects((knives))

as i lay alone in my room,
i search fora way to release the pain,
I lay in the dark,
secretly crying for you,
I wish it would have ended differently.
because now im alone on my bed,
searching for a way to make the pain you have brought disapear.
I look in a box and find several sharp objects,
knives and such.
i look to them for sympathy,
but of course they bring me more pain,
and leave me in an endless pool of blood,
deadly scarrs and horrible pain,
tears of death roll down my face,
wow im a f*cked up kid in a f*cked of place.
just ready to leave,
what messed up home,
neglected and dying,
can they hear my screams,
do they no im here.
God Save me from the never ending pain.
i feel the cold touch of death,
oh too close to me,
i suddenly stop..
throw the sharp objects away,
and try to stop.
in this depressed world take me away.
but not in a coffin,
i wish to be happy once again.