[shadow in the midst]: 279.Life

too many ppl...
too much hate...
too little love...
the treacherous state.

i search for comfort,
the blade runs down my skin.
the tension is released,
but my heart runs thin.

the emptiness goes away,
but the ache yearns more.
as droplets run down my fingers...
and drip to the floor.

i wonder why no one listened,
to the words i wanted to say.
they never even stopped to talk,
or see if i was okay.

but o well, it is over...
no need for remorse.
no one had to say goodbye;
life has played its course~