Dying Alone

I dream of fantasy,
And things I've always,
Wanted to be,
And some to see.
To substitute reality,
And it to stay away from me.
Even if only for a shorter time,
But long enough,
To make a rhyme,
As I bleed inside.
From the fatal wounds,
I've gained over time.

Nobody cares that,
I'm broken inside.
My heart shattered,
Into pieces,
That are too small to find.
I made the mistake,
Of giving it away,
'Cause this is what they've done to it,
Over and over and over again!

Their words,
They cut like,
Daggers and knives.
And make me bleed,
So much worse every time.
That I can't feel a sign,
That I'm even alive.
And if I am,
Well someone hand me a knife.
I'll get rid of the pain,
And they can watch me die!

Nobody cares that,
I'm broken inside.
My heart shattered,
Into pieces,
That are too small to find.
I made the mistake,
Of giving it away.
'Cause this is what they've done to it,
Over and over and over again!

I guess I'm suicidal,
'Cause you gave me the knife.
And I cut so deep,
That I'm welcomed by the afterlife.
Into the clouds I fly,
With a tainted halo,
And blood dipped wings.
I'm the fallen angel,
And I'm finally happy.
'Cause I'm not hurting,
And I can smile for once.
Even if I'm not alive,
I am fine.