Wasted

When your blood is the only thing moving still
When being alive and awake makes you ill
Tears flow faster than the blood inside
No words to explain how your spirit has died

When the only way to show how you feel
Is to open a wound, and make it real
Let the damage to your skin show the few
That the torment inside is draining you

Wasted tears will drip from my chin
And mix with the blood that crawls from within
My aching body…my broken heart
Torn to shreads…ripped apart

Reasons to live for everyone else
Ready to die…just to save yourself
Overdose calling…whispering peace
Quietly taunting…promising a blissful release

Wracked with guilt for feeling this way
No one can hear what you are trying to say
Only living to give..to keep things right
Not knowing how much longer..this body can fight

Wasted tears will drip from my chin
And mix with the blood that crawls from within
My aching body, now empty heart
Torn to shreads…ripped apart

Consumed…
Exhausted…
Drowning…
Falling…

Shouting…
Crying…
Pleading…
Calling………

Wasted words…pointless tears
Wasted time…wasted years….

Wasted

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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sometimes things can feel soooo bad, that you want a way out…ANY way, to stop the pain……but the final way is NEVER the answer…..you have too many people behind that would feel endless pain…ALWAYS!!!!!

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