rock bottom.

silently screaming as you slowly drown,

but you can still hear the whispers, coming all around.

you hold a smile all throughout the day,

just so your tears will not give you away,

but its just you and your screams, all alone at  night,

not knowing what's wrong, much less what is right.

a slash here and there, a scar everywhere,

is there more, or is this your doom,

how about we wait till you get home and lock the door to your room.

you want to keep holding on, but there's nothing to hold,

in your own private hell now, lost to the world.

blood on the ground, a bloody sheet by the bed,

when they unlock your room, all they see is red.

then there's you in the corner, unconscious of the pain,

scars covers your body, and all of your veins,

all because you held on, when someone had let go,

and when ou asked "do you love me", all you got was a "no".

all because you thought that life was unfair,

and you didn't think that no one would care.

people beg for you back now, but its too late to grieve,

because you decided a long time ago, that you would soon leave.

you wanted to hurry, you couldn't wait,

and now everybody cares, but its a little too late.

blood on the ground, a bloody sheet by the bed,

you thought someone could save you, but hit rock bottom instead.