I write a lot of words but none of them I have the heart to say 

I say I am going to change but I close my eyes- waste of another day 

The blood stained on my hands from the wounds I have put on myself

Heart breaking, tears streaming, words numb on the ears of the people I ask for help

Now listen-Now listen- nothing else seems to put it in perspective

How to make you see life through a person who lives for suicidal intention 

The cuts-the cuts- No matter how far I try to fight it 

I close my eyes and I just have to- accept it