Never getting help

The saddest cry is with no tears,

when everyday you face your fears.

Everyday I cannot find fun,

when livng life for none.

Death overcomes my thoughts,

I have lost every time I fought.

I run a razor over my skin,

knowing I let my addiction win.

One day I know, i will not be tempt,

will go where I always dreamt.

As I pact my things to leave,

I can no longer breathe.

I may not know how,

when, where, or now.

But I will get better,

as I read the letter.

Telling me to go to rehab.

and be end these habits, oh-so bad.

But I don't want to stop,

as the blood from the blade will slowly drop.

It takes me to my perfect place,

where there are no signs of hate.

Everything is better there,

That feeing is very rare.

But this sigh of relief,

as I put myelf to one piece.

I will put a smile on my lips,

and cover up my hips.

That moment of happiness,

And blow that place another kiss