Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Hating everything I see,
Wishing I was someone else,
Wishing someone was there for me.
The feeling of lonliness, neglect, and rejection,
Has finally reached my full attention.
I'm living a life with no purpose or appeal,
This nightmare that I'm having is actually real.
Walking into my room, I see sharp objects not being used,
I pick one of them up & start to abuse.
I'm slashing my veins with a razorblade,
Watching the blood fall to the floor,
The pain is unbearable and my breathing has stopped,
As I crash into the door.
I collapse in the cold blood that once filled my wrisits,
Lying there dead with a limp body,
Giving death a kiss.
Suicide gave me everything I wanted,
It gave me recognition from the people who neglected.
Elizabeth Adams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopeless-life/
