Only an Inch Away

I don't bother telling anyone.

I know they wouldn't care.

They don't even see me,

Not the deadness in my eyes

Or the pain in every step.

I have asked for help.

No one wants to hear it anymore

And I'm losing hope for everything,

An empty space where my heart should be.

These friendships were never real,

And I'm a fool for believing they were.

These little cuts are dancing on my skin again

And each one slowly grows,

Like the emptiness I feel inside.

I'm tired,

And I have no will to go to sleep.

I only have a will to disappear.

No one would remember me,

They would never even notice that I was gone.

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

A familiarity so accurately captured, and outside of the cutting (that may or may not have been substituted by something else in my youth) this really hit close to home. I've also read a few here like this, which inspired me to write Slice Girl.
I just love pure emotion and raw agony spilled onto paper this way, so I reeeally enjoyed this one,
Thanks for this courageous share.