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Every time I find myself

thinking about you, I would..

take the knife beside me and..

hurt me till all I feel is

physical pain



I don´t know how many scars

I already have printed all over my body.

Every 5 minutes or so..

I´d start thinking about you again..

don´t know how much blood I´ve left in my body

but that´s not what hurts the most..



What hurts the most..

is knowing I won´t see you again..

What hurts the most..

is knowing I don´t have much time left

is knowing.. I won´t survive..



What I´m doing to myself isn´t something normal

but I just want people to see..

me from the outside as how I feel on the inside

this is causing my life..

but I´ve lost all the reasons in life..

I guess it´s time for me to go..

somewhere peaceful..

somewhere nice..

somewhere where I wouldn´t feel..

so horrible..