A deafening scream forms in my throat

I am unable to scream,
                                    my mouth is sewn shut

I need to yell so loud, so long

Because I know what I'm doing is wrong

 I'm so upset

And yet my eyes aren't wet

My desire is to see
                                    the blood

On my skin lovely crimson will form a flood

First my arms 

Then my legs

These limbs of mine 

I'll cut to shreds

No one will know

Because no one I'll tell

They'll
                                    find me in my room

They'll whisper "Oh well"

Tears will sting their eyes

As they watch me die

But they'll forget my soul within a week's time