Help me.
I am a waste of air
A useless object taking up space.
See me in the corner
Standing there with hopes and dreams
Disguised by fallen shoulders?
Yeah, that’s me.
Now answer this;
Do I really deserve to live?
Help me.
Please just kill me.
Bite my throat and drain me of blood,
Cut my throat and watch me squirm,
Slice my wrists and see my blood run down my arms.
Kill me fast
Kill me slow.
Can you see yourself standing over my body
Laughing as I lay there
In my own blood
Sprawled on the ground
My eyes open and staring
Or looking like I’m sleeping?
A friend once said
“Life is like a dream”
So can you help me?
Can you help me
Wake up from this nightmare?
