Cutting
You can screan as loud as you possibly can yet
no one seems to hear
You stare at the cut
as you shed your last tear
Seeing the blood drop onto the floor,
you start to feel so so sore
Never knowing how much one can
really feel
As you take your last breath,
your not knowing how much you have left
Saying
"I love you" as your last words
Just knowing that you were never really heard