It's been so hard these past seven years
The only thing I have left to believe is my death and fears
It's like all the people I was close with pushed me away
The only thing I had left was just a blade
I might have not been real but it was always there
It wasn't like my dear old friends who never really cared
The more they pushed me away
The more I used my blade
Deeper it went each and everyday
It was never there to judge me
It looked past my flaws and fears
It did as it was suppose to do and that was to take me away from here
But one day it ignored my cries and continued to go in
I tried to push it away but I was forced to give in
The deeper it went
The more I gasped for air
I tried to grab something but it was too unclear
I try to think of anything but remember no one really cared
They rather see me rot away then try to be there
 
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