Freaking Poem by Matt Burgett

Freaking out inside I'm lost
No-one can help me now
Hurt is help I want to cut
To live I don't Know how

What in life have I not screwed up
I wish I could make things right
But all I do when I try
Is bring upon myself a fight

I wish to bring the razor to
My veins, push down and pull
Until I see the blade cut through
And continue until it gets dull

I'll bleed through what is known as us
On my way straight to the grave
For there is not a thing inside of me
That I am willing to save

On this day of days I feel
That you put me on the spot
By making me feel that I am real
By saying I'm what I'm not