Staring at my reflection in the mirror, <br />Hating everything I see, <br />Wishing I was someone else, <br />Wishing someone was there for me. <br />The feeling of lonliness, neglect, and rejection, <br />Has finally reached my full attention. <br /> <br />I'm living a life with no purpose or appeal, <br />This nightmare that I'm having is actually real. <br />Walking into my room, I see sharp objects not being used, <br />I pick one of them up & start to abuse. <br /> <br />I'm slashing my veins with a razorblade, <br />Watching the blood fall to the floor, <br />The pain is unbearable and my breathing has stopped, <br />As I crash into the door. <br /> <br />I collapse in the cold blood that once filled my wrisits, <br />Lying there dead with a limp body, <br />Giving death a kiss. <br /> <br />Suicide gave me everything I wanted, <br />It gave me recognition from the people who neglected.<br /><br />Elizabeth Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopeless-life/
