Rotting Heart Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I slip a blade across my hand.
Just to feel the sensation of pain.
Just to see the blood hemorrhage.
So many days I feel so forsaken.
The lost sheep who will never find his way.
Getting up one last time.
This time I will end you.
As I scream at the reflection in the mirror.
How could I blame anyone else.
It his fault the ugly beast inside.
To kill him is to commit suicide.
Oh how much I really want to try.
With every thing I do or say denied.
Like I don't even matter.
What did I ever change?
What purpose do I yet have?

Why am I still alive?
Why am I still alive?

Why am I still breathing and dragging my feet for what I believe?
When no one, absolute no one wants to be in or part of my life.
Cheers to all the no ones, thanks for coming to another of my fabulous renowned parties.
Famous for the nothingness of my own existence.
Am I lonely days, most certainly.
I don't desire your pity.
Just some company in this road I have been walking for way to long.
I've watch so many of my own dreams fade into sunset never to be seen again.
And nobody ever came to my help.
Not once, so why should I care about those who created all this indifference towards me?
Don't touch me don't you even dare ever think you can.
You might get my damned disease.
You might turn black as these trees within your very own heart.
Everything will start to rot.
All it needs is a little time.
You made me who I am just keep that in mind.