Bleeding Out

there is nothing left no self worth no purpose to be found picking up shards from a broken mirror and slicing open my arms my heart has grown cold and bitter my corpse will rot alone in the cold, damp room the same room where my innocence died... life leaves my eyes my body has grown cold I yearn to feel but even then I will never be free so I take this knife to my throat and salt to my wounds that way I can leave this place and leave everyone's excuses all behind my body is weak my mind is lost only the slits on my wrists symbolise the person I was skin turned palid in the end I never really needed you