It Won't Solve Anything...Yet Why..?

Crying won't solve anything,
Drinking won't calm tour sorrows,
Neglecting yourself won't make it all better,
Hurting won't stop the pain..

But yet why does it help?
Why does all this much pain and sadness help?
All these tears, cuts, scratches, and messy body make me feel better?

I'm already a broken mess...
But why when I'm at my end I can always be calmed down,
Just for a while but not for long
Before I repeat this cycle everyday and night

You don't care what I do,
You never did.
But I cared for you...
Yet you pushed me away when you saw my flaws and mistakes.

But its fine.
I wasn't perfect nor will I ever be.
But info know one thing...
Your not perfect,
You will never be perfect.

But to me you where what I wanted.
I didn't feel alone,
But in the end I was alone.

My tears blur my eyes as I cry alone,
I don't want anyone to see me.
As this mess I am
While I have to take all this pills.
Just so I can try and smile
To you and to anyone
And lie that I'm fine.

Because all the cuts,
All the bruises,
The scars,
And these tears

Will let me go one just for another day.

My body has become tired.

Each breath becomes harder

It hurts to breath and smile

My cries have become quiet

My tears leave marks and scars on my cheeks

As my lip become red with my own crimson ink

Everything is becoming faint as I go deeper into the darkness

And no one is here to save me

But do I even want to be saved?

From this hell of mine?

No one would want to save me

So much for the happy ending I'll get.

I can't fake a smile anymore

My mask has been broken for too long

I can hide all the marks, dents, and scratches or these tears.

Just let me close my eyes as my breathing starts to come in a hault,

After all this is my tragic ending.

Sorry I haven't been on. I've been dealing with some things like my depression and I just got out of a serious relationship... And I'm not over it yet...
At least I can write more things to.distract me from it.