Dead Within a Shell of My Former Self.

I cry and so she does as well Hold back, but myself is shown Gain your composure as you Shatter into fragments of your former self But still hold yourself together as your Not worth the effort to strive for Worthless in a sense As she cries in the arms of one she Calls friend, when she speaks of the Events, which have unfolded Your name is never mentioned When you cry on shattered dreams She has no remorse as she crawls into His arms But why why must I care so much but apparently not enough I forced her to cry and I am damned for it behold my weeping sorrow as she ignores me and so heartache becomes known but I put forth the effort effort to accompany her to comfort her and all that is returned are false smiles and wishful thinking on my behalf why hope for something that is never why strive for tomorrow when today is nonexistent slit and the scars become memories a first instance of death within my eyes as the blade draws near to my flesh manipulating my mental image of perfection as drunken fights become my only shelter, I am not myself now will I ever be the same again things have changed I am far beyond help as I draw closer to the abyss which I know as death find something to protect my life as I stumble into time as nothing more than a guy who once cared too deeply and now nothing exists numb and cold numb and dead why must everything suddenly loose its ambience... ...why must she not see past former relations and realize I AM REAL!