Slipping Away

Im slipping away from reality
i know no one cares
but you can clearly see im not fine
nothing is alright
im sick of this fight between what's real and what is fake
i hate hiding who I truly am
but I do it for my own sake
people call me names and beat me up
there is no give from those people
it is all take




im trying to spill my heart on this page
but I feel I can't do it anymore
i may as well just give up on writing
apparently it makes me an attention whore
i've run out of ink or blood as you'd call it
nothing flows anymore
im cold and alone




and people dont understand that I dont have the best life
its full of shit
its full of strife
i have used a knife
to make a pattern on my wrist
it's my form of art other than writing
everyone is who im always disappointing
fuck it im leaving
im going
you can tear up what's left of me
but I'll leave you with this
honestly I hope your choking on your pride and everything you said
you should kill yourself
because some of the things that you said
put the thoughts in my mind that make me wish I was dead.