Submissions by Unseen

I'm no longer living
But I'm not yet dead
People call this limbo
I call this hell

Death's bullet has only grazed me
Left me to suffer in a horrible way
By granting a punishment and falling away
The punishment of living another horrid day

Dreams of being happy
Are no longer in my dreams
The dream I dream
Is a permanent ending

Hot steaming  bath
Soaking the marks left upon my skin
Wishing I could soak away the marks left
Upon my heart as well
If you don't see it happen
Then you have nothing to feel
It's not your place you think
So you walk away
You walk away from the limping girl
You walk away from the girl wearing a sweatshirt in the middle of August
You walk away
And feel no pain
But I am left broken and bruised
I am left
To feel the pain
Hot steaming  bath
Losing its warmth and comfort
Unable to soak away
All of the pain
See you...

If you were to see me walking by
Would you see the fake smile
Or think it to be sincere?
Could you see the deep abyss
That is slowly replacing
The remainder of my heart
Or would you see a happy girl?
Would you hear my unspoken cries
Or see my unshed tears
Would you see the blood oozing
From my torn vains
Or would you simply take my appearance
At face value
And walk away
And if you did see the pain
and hear the cries
Would you care
Would you stop to help
Would you spare a second glance
Or would you simply ignore...

The blade is close
To coming into contact
With my already scarred skin
The trigger is close
to bring pressed
And Blowing out my brains
A smoke here and there
No one sees
No one cares
All that will be left of me
Is judgmental memories
A hole in the ground
With a tombstone above
simply saying
A deserved death
Will anyone save me
From my worst enemy
A creature so cruel
A creature so mean
A creature that's name is
And always will be- me