... Sorry...

I don't really sleep and I barely eat I'm sick of feeling worthless, I'm just a disappointment I'm better off alone. but I'm afraid of being lonely, sometimes I scare myself because my mind won't stop talking, my hands are shaking I'm crying myself into panic attacks I can't stop thinking about my own demise, intrusive thoughts on the daily, I'm getting high and drinking til I don't remember, telling myself lies in the mirror, I'm putting this knife to my wrist one cut later my parents walk in, I stand there no emotion my brain didn't even realized what I have done, I'm running from myself, but pain is the only thing my brain can siphon.