Under the Surface

At the end of sanity I stand here misunderstood Wondering if my life will improve or if I should Let my inner feelings and fear come true It is hard to fight anymore I don’t know what to do I am beaten, battered, tired and worn All hope and faith seems so far gone Sutures close wounds and leave scars in their place The damage is taking a toll on my face I appear afraid yet I am not scared I refuse to give up because no one cared I gather my thoughts placing my hands on my head I feel hopeless whether alive or dead As if I had a chance coming from a broken home Left with only the streets and a coin for the phone But I have no one to call no one who cares There is no one who will wipe away my tears Who will understand if I end my journey today? Will they realize it was not cowardly and I had no way? To recover from the damage of the first part of my life I ask myself these questions as I search for a knife I find a blade quite shiny, spotless and clear And in the reflection I see me standing there What a sad soul he just needed some love Someone to look beyond his shell and go above The end is here I begin to slice Why was I placed on earth to live this life? Here goes nothing its my time go Pay attention to your loved ones because you never know