Your Scream for Help

Screaming for help but getting none,

your words do nothing but get you taunted.

"freak" they would say because of your scars,

they just don't understand the doctors say.

But that takes non of the pain from their words.

They haunt your thoughts and your dreams.

You isolate more to get away from the pain,

but if follows you day to day.

Never letting go until you pick up your friends again,

the pain flows in streams of red.

It leaves slowly only to come back another time,

but your done for now.

You sleep with pain dripping from your arms,

fading slowly into the dark nothingness of dreams.

Memories flowing through your head making you want to do more and more,

until there is nothing left to cut.

No room for more.

So you put your friend away,

fall asleep wishing to never wake up.

This time,

you don't.