sitting alone wanting to feel the sting of feshly sliced skin wanting to see the blood starting to bubble up from my skin wanting the touch of my blood running down my body as the tears caint stop falling from my eyes the pain may pause from time to time but will never end  sitting alone as my thoughts come about wanting somthing needing somthingwanting everything but wanting nothing  wanting the possible but feelings its impossiblecaint get the thoughts to stop in my head  woundering waiting tick tock as time is slowly running out   sitting alone as everyone who loves me is waiting  wanting me to walk through that door wanting me to pick up the phonewanting to hear im on my way not being able to pull through caint bring my self to want them see me like i am sitting alone wanting to take those pills  wanting to drink that drinkwanting the last breath to comenot knowing why im this weaknot having the energy to fix my problems  sitting alone as my last day will come to be sitting alone woundering when will that day be maybe today maybe tomorrow maybe never sitting alone as i think so many people who die day in day out wanting woundering why caint the ones who want to live, live wanting woundering why caint the ones who want to go , go  wanting to be the one who can go