Cold
You watched me hurt
But didn’t care
You turned your back
Were never there
Well, now just maybe
You will see
How you treated me
So viciously
We had talked of life
But never death
You probably don’t care
I’m getting short of breath
I jabbed a knife
Right through my skin
Then I repeated
Again and again
I’m not dead yet
But trying to think
Why you pushed me
To the brink
Did human life
Hold no place?
I hope the next
Will see past your face
Now my hands
Are getting weak
I try to talk
But can not speak
My mom just got home
She’ll find me soon
Dying fast
Up in my room.
