Aware of What I Felt
I cry silently,
Two liquids pool on the floor.
I never want to wake up, I
Never want to implore
The sadness of my
Being.
The emptiness I am
Feeling.
"Help!" I cry inaudibly
As glinting catches my eye,
My arm cringes,
Knowing the coming nigh.
Across, across, I'm
Scared but willing.
One shut tight blink
And more blood is spilling.
Good God, are you there?
What have I done?
Can anyone see this?
Had depression won?
How will I face my
Mother's tears?
How will I wake up knowing
That my father fears?
They fear for my life,
They fear for me.
I offer no console,
I offer no free
From my endless plight.
I suffer myself, torture.
I only want death.
I only want no future.
Will I ever wake up
From my endless Nothing?
Will my sadness ever
Stop running
My life? Will I
Wake up tomorrow?
Why am I asking this?
I need help before 'morrow.