Living death

Last night
I killed my self.
I picked up my
Invisible knife and cut
My soul into pieces
Of pain trying to see
If then you'll pay attention.
Maybe if I go around saying I'm going to
Kill my self
You'll listen
Listen to the
Tears that fall down my face
landing in my mouth
Forcing me to taste
My salt
Listen to my yell to god
Others call prays
Maybe if I do then you would listen
Cuz right now im just another flower in the garden
Another grain in sand
Another girl in school
That thinks well your kinda cute
Maybe then I could
Stop living death.