Wasted Life

I cut myself, so nice and deep.
No one around to take a peep.

Veins opened, blood on the floor.
My life slipping even more and more.

I lay in bed, my eyes closing slowly.
I feel weak and still I'm lonely.

No one to care, no one to cry.
I lay still watching my life go by.

I leave this world, left with nothing.
All too late to come up with something.

I'm slipping and dying, it's all very good.
Anxious to get out of this neighborhood.

Anyone knocks, it really don't matter.
If I'm found they'll be nothing but chatter.

Who would care, who would even cry?
Let them come and scream, my oh my.

My broken heart, slowly beating.
I picked the time to quit eating.

I close my eyes, ever so tight.
Grown weaker on this very night.

I'm leaving this world, this is it.
No one around with a medical kit.

Today I breathe my final breath.
I'm all set for the face of death.

I am very tired and yet so sad.
I know no one will feel so bad.

I'm getting there, it won't be too long.
I'll be forgotten like a badly written song.