I feel like a waste of space

I have not changed my clothes in days, i lay in bed and hope it fades

My room is prison but its safe

Call me a coward cause i wanna die but you'll never know what its like in my mind

White bedsheets so i wont slit my wrists

Gotta hide the stains like i hide my pain, like the hoodie up on my face

Im suicidal but you'd never know cause i don't care to show it

Ive been down that road and it ends in a broken heart

Open wounds that turn to scars

How do you feel when i tell you i'm broken

Emotions you feel, they keep me from coping

I wanna get better but its in my coding

Life has no worth to me

I blow my friends off purposely

Your prayers are nice but they're just word to me

I am convinced that theres nothing in life that will give me a purpose, a reason, Something to believe in

I need it i know that emotions are fleeting

Im trying my hardest but i feel defeated

Giving myself all the closure

I need by buying white bedsheets so i do not bleed