I have nothing really

An evil fist clenches my soul in the darkest of ways.
Unspoken suicidal memories feed on my flesh.
One gunshot to the heart,
Another to the brain.

Behind my chest you will see,
The big black hole your face lies in.
And till this very moment,
You think I’m fine, just because you see no scars.

Tears shed over my bloodshot eyes.
The deeds left undone, the knives unused
The guns never triggered,
The pills never touched.

And every night, I look at the stars,
Imagining it’s you,
Because, like them, You light the world and give us life,
but you don’t care about anything but yourself.

Believe me when I say
The only reason I don’t kill myself,
Is because of you, but you don’t love me anymore,
So why wait, you don’t care at all.