Papercuts and blooddrops

1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4, how many cuts before I hit the floor? I've cut so deep it's effecting my vision reach for the phone but remember I got no one to help me with this depression, I'm alone, even in a crowd of faces that I know

fall to my knees in desperation but everyone assumes I'm seeking attention, I think I'll be productive maybe paint my room red just put this barrel to my head and pull back the trigger, no one will notice...go figure

And before anyone says it...

Family won't even care I'm just a sorry disgrace there to take in the complaints I'm not even worth them shedding a tear, I'm just the fuck up, the disappointment, the black sheep, the joke of every conversation, the loss memory

I'm the one that is the bad guy when I self isolate battling things on my own. No one understands and I can't make them because I'm just

The one whos mind is full of Papercuts and blooddrops with No one around to make it stop
© It's Odessa