Just another

Tonight, I just dont feel the same
Kinda nice, kinda a shame  
Two friends left and there fading away  
Living yet another fucking day  
Depressed but I feel for all the wrong reasons  
Standing outside watching the skies change season's  
Sick of being a puppet, sick of being used  
Sick of my own messed up abuse  
Why can't I just let go tonight and be done  
No matter what I try life has become dull, nothing fun  
I don't even know why I write and communicate it seems all a waste    
I'm not even bleeding yet and blood I can taste  
Another struggle, another poem, another fucking day  
I'm at the point I could care less of feelings and what you say  
Most likely your just another problem I let into my life  
Fuck the gun, lets do this painfully slow with this here knife  
I've bleed nearly everyday just sitting writing this shit  
Another suicidal poem written for you all to put up with  
Dont worry though life isn't forever and neither am I  
But as long as I write Ill be your painful reminder to as why