Opinons

Living in the past, I cut myself with some broken glass. I've been left alone no longer can I travel home. My thoughts are strange burning alive in an open flame, Still day after day I can't help but feel the same. I see everyone around judging me for the cuts I wear on my sleeve, Why can't they just leave me be. Don't push me to far you'll just add to my collection of scars, I know that sounds bizarre but I'm up to my neck about to drown in the reservoir. Help me stay afloat someone please call the coast guard, I need a boat one without holes to keep me alive and patch my soul. This as you can see has been to much its taken a toll. Keep your opinions to yourself cuz all your doing is damaging my mental health. Thanks for the ride but this is where it ends,  oh and by the way thanks for pretending to be my friend.