i lay here on the ground of a dirty floor inside of a fithy house,
i don’t know how i got here or when i’ll be able to leave,
the only colour i see is red,
i cant see through the dirty vision of whats inside,
there is noone to help,
no voice to shout,
and know where to get out,
what have i taken,
there are so many drugs running through my viens,
they all come out of my slit wrists,
as my body empties the pain and suffering,
i see my unfulfilled life flash through my mind,
i see someone standing over me,
i can feel their cold sweat dripping on my forehead,
their eyes filled with pain turn white as they fall to the floor,
beside them i lay in a pool of my own blood and theirs,
i didn’t know why i was put here,
or why they chose me to die,
i watched the blood pour from the top to the bottom,
i knew at that moment that noone could save me,
all they could do is watch me die.