Ideation

Dying inside,

You're the reason why.

Dying inside,

tears of blood I cry.

Cave to cut, crave to carve.

A blade I crave.

As I drag it across my wrist,

it makes a little rip.

I press a little harder.

The blood gets hotter.

I press down deep,

to end the express this defeat.

This pain I'm feeling,

is never healing.

So it has to end,

I will use my sharp friend.

Dying inside.

No more,

Cuz all the dying that could be done,

has been, and I'm living no more.

The fantasies of escaping reality from a child ward of the state.