Internal Suicide

I don't know if it's me anymore,
That causes my pain,
Or of it's all the false hope.

I've tried so hard just to fake a smile,
that I forgot to hide my scars and open wounds.

The empty bottles of alcohol, sit out on my table, with the pills laying beside them, not even that combination seems to want to help me.

I cry myself to sleep every night, screaming in my head at your imaginary friend..

I don't understand why I was brought to exist, when nothing at all is worth.

I'm alone in a world full of suffering, and there's nothing a stranger can say to change my perspective, as everyone before thee has only told me lies that I've proven to be true.

I care too much to have the courage to end it, because I know the few whom care would be destroyed in my choice,

So here I sit, bleeding on the inside and out, while I chug back another bottle just to pass out.