Weight Of The World Poem by The Broken Poet

when ever you need someone to talk to
you always call me
but were are you when
when i need you
your no were to be found
so the only thing i have to talk to
is the razor i hold in my hand
looking more friendly with every passing day
what do you do
when your curled up on the floor
when the weight of the worlds gone wrong
freaking out thinking no one loves me
everyones gone
crying out as the razor blade cuts me
laughing as all my troubles
spill out through my wrist
soon to be only memories
im sick of feeling numb
of everything im so scared of
but i cant go through with it
i dont know what to do with it
i help carry all the weigh of everyone else
but no one lends and ear to me
they dont want to hear it
they just ignore the screams
waking up in tears
the pain in my heart and my head sears
with thoughts of everything burnied into it
my world been doused in gasoline
im the one who lit the match
and put it up in a blaze
im so lost and confused in a hopless daze
look at the floor and see the maze
of all my troubles pouring away
a crimsom pool
flowing like an hour glass
counting my final muinets to pass
today will be my last