Poems from a sick mind

i sit alone

in my room and bleed

my life draining away

through the cuts ive made in me

my pathetic life slowly ebbing away

as i wait for the reaper to come and claim me

deaths sweet embrace

will shelter me

from feeling any more pain

physical or emotional

finally finding peace

no more watching what i do

no more trying to comform

no longer subject to taunts

the peace of death slowly folds itself onto me

as my life fades forever

and the light dies from my eyes

never to return

leaving my cut up bloodless body

more of a shell then it already was