Used,Abused,Confused

Damaged and confused, eternally bruised.

I try and I try, to put the pieces back togather.

But it never works that way does it?

I feel used and abused.

Its like the only way I know life is real is when I feel the pain.

Of my fingers twisting around my neck and choking out my life.

But even that cant stastain me anymore.

I look down at my wrists and I think, what if I run a blad acrossed?

Will that work better this time then it did before?

Will it make the hurt I have inside go away?

I know the answer is no, but sometimes I say yes, I just wish I could sleep with out being chocked out or fucking crying.