Goodbye

The ice cold water numbs the pain, everyday is a battle before I go insane. What is the point in planning ahead, when all my scars are implying I want to be dead.
I let people take advantage off me as I have no self worth, a daily struggle when I've been surrounded by drugs and violence since birth.
The waking sun highlights the battered body I see before me, yet all of it is hidden so I can pretend to be.
Blood is thicker than water, but the only blood left is off what I slaughter. 
I hurt the ones around me as they know I'm going to die, 
im sorry for the pain,
but this is where I say goodbye.