your cheek pressed against the cold hard floor
this is nothing like how you though it would be,
a peaceful escape.
the feel of the knife tearing through your skin,
piercing the muscles, and through your ribs.
trying to silence the voices
stop the feeling of someone ripping out your chest
and you worry about how they will find you,
cold and dead on the bathroom floor.
if they will have to clean up all that blood.
lying there, your slipping away
and you can't remember when everything started
before the sadness and all the hurt
if there was ever a reason to keep breathing.
you remember all the tears you cried,
all the reasons why
did anybody ever look and see past the masks and the lies
did they ever worry of care
did you look at them, past them.
the memory's and your breath slips away
and nothing will change your cold lifeless body
on the cold, hard bathroom floor.
 
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