Comments about Elizabeth Adams
Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Hating everything I see,
Wishing I was someone else,
Wishing someone was there for me.
The feeling of lonliness, neglect, and rejection,
Has finally reached my full attention.
I'm living a life with no purpose or appeal,
This nightmare that I'm having is actually real.
Walking into my room, I see sharp objects not being used,
I pick one of them up & start to abuse.
I'm slashing my veins with a razorblade,
Watching the blood fall to the floor,
The pain is unbearable and my breathing has stopped,