Shades of Gray

You say you want to die. You say you just don't care. You say nobody loves you and you've nothing more to share. You say your life's too difficult, you're so full of despair. You say the weight you're carrying is just too much to bear. You say that you are sorry and that none of us should weep. You make death sound so beautiful, this grand eternal sleep. The razor is your truest friend, it gives you what you need. You glorify the pain it brings each time it makes you bleed. You try to paint this pretty picture using shades of gray. You hold our hearts within your hands with every word you say. You lead us through your darkened halls of anger, fear, and shame. The question still remains unanswered. Tell me...who's to blame? A lover from your past who left with broken promises? A God you gave your heart to just to find does not exist? The parents who have let you down through neglect or abuse? Your peers, whos unforgiving words have made you feel obtuse? Your poetry's an anecdote of what you feel inside. Your words scream for attention while you try to keep your pride. You say you want to die, but deep inside, I know you're scared. You say nobody loves you, so you want someone to care. The question you must answer first is..do you love yourself? You'll never know true love if you rely on someone else. Even if my words to you are too far out of reach, for you to keep on writing is the one thing I beseech. So, say you just dont give a damn. So, say you want to die. As long as you keep saying it, I know you're still alive.