Babbling of a Teenage Waste Basket

My question to you,1

As I slowly drag the razor across my skin2

Is Was it worth it?3

The countless hours of telling me4

How increidbly useless I am5

And the days spent working6

Untill I'd fall asleep standing7

I'll watch these drops of red slip out8

And tell myself I know who's fault it is.9

It's mine; Always has been10

This is a reality I must accept.11

My mistake, existing, breathing12

Taking up space; Using what I13

Shouldn't; Destroying happiness14

Maybe I'll just keep on bleeding15

When the cut scars over 16

Deep inside the wounds wont heal17

It's agony knowing you serve no purpose18

Only to be vented on by those who19

Brought you into this hating world20

A loving family - always denied21

This is life - Maybe Others deal 22

With issues like my own, but thats23

Something I wish not to ponder24

Because to think these troubles onto another25

Is a cruel thought indeed.26

Since I know what it's like27

TO be living the life28

Of a Teenage Wastebasket29

Used Abused Unwanted Unloved Hurt Depressed Scared Paniced Dying30

Inside.31