Simply Fading Away {rant book}

Artist

I feel like a burden.
A forgotten toy that was never used.
A broken tool.

I decided to become an artist,
With pen nor paper
Only razors & scissors to make my lines.

It stings when starting,
You get used to it with time
The tears will dry after a while.

I can't stop this feeling of guilt,
Like everything is my fault.
That I cause the fights
That I cause the pain
That I cause the grief

I want to help my friends
They're dying too.
Cuts under their long sleeves,
On their hands,
On their broken hearts.

I trust these people with my deepest secrets,
I came out as pan to them first,
I told them I cut
That I was trying so fucking hard to make things better.

But now everything is going to waist...
Now that I can push through this race

~Artist~

I should probably start going to headspace.

Yes, I am slowly becoming suicidal.
I just feel so useless that I keep on thinking that I should die if no one needs me.

Someone please help me