Still

I can feel it pulsing,
In my heart and in my head.
Wishing I could drain it,
Wishing I was dead.

Eyes wide open,
But nothing I can see.
Can you hear me screaming?
Are you listening to me?

Cold is this darkness,
Though infinate and free.
All alone and slient,
Is what I long to be.

The sadness that I feel,
Soul crushing and destructive.
Makes death seem so,
Tempting and seductive.