Watching a movie, subtitles I read,
Eyes filled with tears, inside I'm dead.
The room was dark, from my wrists I bled,
Tears flowed down my cheeks, screaming words unsaid.

I thought I saw them right there,
I knew they wouldn't but I thought they might care.
Drifting off isn't something I fear,
Uncertain of my time but I know it's near.
The scent of pills gets me nauseous due to how much I've taken,
Eyes turned red, tummy started aching.
The rope was a necklace, upon which my neck was graced,
But I settled for the slow demise in the form of razorblades.

Mind drifted afar with music reverb and slowed,
Feeling the emotions I've never showed.
No one heard my cries at nights,
In the morning it's all sunflowers and kites.

When I vent, I over share,
To people who only acted like they care.
And to those who should actually hear,
Are so far away yet so near.

So I stopped crying, these burning tears,
Why should I, when no one actually cares.
They celebrated your life when you came out of the womb,
For the rest of your life, your mental health surpassed it's never ending doom.
But rather than gathering around to meet your aid either morning or noon,
They neglect your cry for help until your placed in a tomb.

~Tremar Ivey~