somanytears mallory Poems

I want to die im tired of the hurt nobody knows what im worth i wear my heart on my sleeve my blood on my wrists i wish you could see how sick of this i am im tired of crying im done with the lies will anyone miss me? when i say my goodbyes? the byss is calling i hear it saying my name theres no way out of these sick twisted games once im gone dont miss me dont think you could have changed things cause nobody really cared. once i pull that trigger theres no going back ive lost myself forever and thats a fact
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I cut my wrists I cut it clean I cut it deep to show u what I mean my wounds heal but the scars are always there I'm sick of life I'm done with the hurt will anyone ever see what I'm really worth? I cry my tears on the inside my eyes are to strong to show my pride is to high to show I'm low.... my story is on my wrist my story is something u can't read my story is no fairy tale ill fall asleep go into a deep coma when I leave don't cry when I leave know I tried
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