The Week With No End

No one to turn too, no one to call too, no one to be you, no one to see you
No one wants to keep you, no one wants you
Been silently dying on the inside
Hollow soul can't heal without time, I have none
I need to find help but they remain blind to the sounds of empty bottle thuds
Only coping mechanism is with the bud but all these blunts are duds
If someone was to test me I'll spill blood all over my white tees hoping the deep cuts
Would free me from the numb feeling I had my whole life
Stop praying to christ cause I know my soul won't fit right
Where happiness is only earn from internalizing the fact my thoughts are killing me
Losing the fight, no one to offer me sight, I need the light, can't keep pretending I'm alright

No one to turn too, no one to call too, no one to be you, no one to see you
No one wants to keep you, no one wants you
Do or die, I choose cry cause if I choose die they might think that's a lie
Since I'm tempted by the thought, others should not pry
Otherwise my family is going to mourn over a lost
Have these thoughts when I'm sauced
Others can't understand the pain cause they can't hold weight that can make them insane
I should really change the frame but my lens ain't prescribe to change
Question all the time what's wrong with my brain
Mentally need a cane but I'm young enough to withstand the winds of a hurricane