In the fallen tears,
In the peaceful death.
There are no scars on my wrist.
No cuts to make.
My pain is on the inside.
Trapped instead.
Treading the water,
Threatening to drown.
I'm fighting the current.
Trying to be saved.
Who coulda, woulda save me?
Who acts like they care?
My fight is gone.
Now I'm comfortably numb.
Dying inside, quieted dreams.
No one can save me.
Not even me.
Won't someone come save me?
