Alone

I dont know how to handle,
this pity I feel for my self
but I know sumthing inside my body
is silently screaming "Help"
So many times I heard just pray dear
He answers those who wait.
But what if me being patient
Sumhow decided my fate....
My heart is growing weaker
My hands now shades of blue
My hair slowly falling out..
And God doesnt seem to hear me..
and no one else understands...

All I want is to be better
but my health is drowning in quick sand..
My sight is becoming blurry.I guess it's for the best
Now I wont cry everytime I look into my sunking chest..
Who would have ever thought I'd be here ...
Begging for my life.I remember way back
when those razors were my friends
They cut deep,but atleast they were friends
Now im laying here ,trying to figure out whats right
Do I really wanna live,and should i continue this lonely fight..