Drowning

I'm deeply drowning. Drowning in fear. Drowning in pain. Drowning in all the lies that remain. Drowning in the sadness. Drowning in the madness. Its making me go insane. Silence fills the air as I pull out the one thing that I believe will save me. After this maybe the will love me. The knife. I grab it. 1..2..3 it slits my wrist. Blood drips off my finger tips. It hits the floor. More blood flows down my palm some more. I'm found laying on the ground. Now I'm being rushed to the E.R. All this attention makes me feel like a star. I'm now important. No one can tell me different. People giving me attention but once I'm healed I'll be back to a no one again. That's if I'm healed. Now let's keep it real. I was on the ground when I was found. It could have been many hours now. They take me to the hospital, it's to late, I'm gone now. No one misses me. No one cares. Makes me go insane as I hit my head against the window pane and blood drips down my hair and face. I'm deeply drowning. Drowning in fear. Drowning in pain. Drowning in all the lies that remain.