Submissions by ScarletAshes

I sit in my room, watching the world go by... I see my best friend in need, I go to help... I am completely ignored... I am hurt

Something I have tried many times.. all to no prevail...


My new best friend, I hide in a toolbox in my room... I don't think he likes it in the dark, perhaps that is why he enjoys being let out so much

My friend likes to do his work, I like to let him...


I don't feel the pain in my arm as i cut away... perhaps I'm accustomed to it and just don't notice it anymore

I like the sight of my blood, is this a worrying...

I just wanted to be the drug to take your pain away

I just wanted you to be the drug to heal these scars

And after wandering around cluelessly
Wondering which path to take
He ventures down the dark path
Thought he saw a light at the end

Now down the dark path
He can no longer see the light
He tries to turn back
But can not see where he entered

Now alone down this dark path
Can not see a way out
Out from nowhere
Something cuts his arm

Now hurt and alone
No friends to turn to
No one caring what happens to him
Everything going in a negative direction

Hoping to get out...
Hoping someone will realise...
Hoping...