Sorrow

I'm done with living.
I scream my sorrow.
I'm tired of trying,
Trying to make myself happy.

I'm done with eating
and i'm through with breathing.
I'm just dying,
I live nothing but a lie.

I want to cry,
I need to die.
No one cares,
there isn't anyone there.

And if you see tears in my eyes,
don't wipe them away.
Let them drip down my face.

If you see that my wrists are cut,
don't try to stop the bleeding-
because bleed, I must.

This life just isn't worth living,
and my existence is a curse.

So hear me scream
my sorrow.