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I remember when life used to be

so simple yet beautiful

where I loved everything

I loved myself...

and the people around me

now I spend my days in a blacked out room

refusing to leave the bed for days

the only ounce of joy to be found

is waiting on the edge

of a dull blade

everyone force their happiness

down my throat

I miss when things were happy

where everything meant something

I don't matter...

and I never will...

I will kill myself

thinking about all my

memories of a happy life

maybe that's when I achieve my happiness

when I'm met with death in the eye

with a blade deep in my veins

there won't be a note

because no one cares

nobody can save me from this mess

only a shell of my former self

is all I've become