The Pain
by: Jessica

I've taken the knife,
To my wrist.
I've done this harm,
All because no one seems to notice I exist.
Slowly the blood falls,
Causing me more pain.
As I sit here the walls,
Begin to spin.
As I sit in this tub lying,
No One seems to notice,
That Slowly I'm dying.
Now I won't be able to say,
What I wish I could've told you,
On any ohter day.
Once I'm gone,
Maybe you'll find out.
I wish I could've taken,
A different route.
No one noticed me and my lies,
And now because of that,
I sit here and die.