Time

I am sitting in a corner, hoping for the time to pass,
Thinking about the blades beneath me, and the many shards of glass.
The pills in my hand sign they need a place to be,
Why? Why is this all happening to me???

I take half of a bottle, letting them sink,
Then take the other half without a second to think.
I get up to the bathroom, blood flows off my arm,
Just live through today, there will be no one to harm.

30 more pills follow the ones from before,
I'm feeling kind of dizzy, as I die down on the floor.
Father, where are you? Don't you want to hit me?
Mother, please take another drug, try to forget me.

Just forget me, forget that I was ever born.
After all, these are just words, and my life is already torn.