My Life

My life is full of pain, sorrow, and guilt.
I have sharpened the same knife over and over again.
I cannot tell what is skin and what is scar on my arms.
I have found so many empty pill bottles.
I have spent so much money on drugs.
All of this because he left me.
Alone.
I was once someone beautiful,
But with all these cuts and scars, I cannot
Tell who I am.
My friends have all left me.
They say that I must be such a screw up in life
That I can't ever kill myself.
My only friend now is pain, but I don't fell pain anymore.
The people from the asylum have come to get me.
I am in a glass room I cannot see out of.
I am in a jacket and cannot move my arms.
I run at the walls all day, screaming for them to let me out.
I finally brake through the glass, a piece goes through my heart.
They come and find me.
I say "I fell no more pain and I can finally be free from this hell I’m living."
They watch as I grow limp and as I take my last breath.
My hell of a life is over.