Grateful, and extremely faithfull in Everything and Nothing

Nothing I write is good anymore. I honestly do not know what is wrong with me.
I have completely lost my muse. I am so in need of it's presence.

Words my own betray me
Pixels on page I cannot show to anybody
I walk through life alone
I'm fucking hopeless
Needle deep, sometimes I wish was me

Blood run out from me
To you I say goodbye
Razor deep I can't feel anything
I believe someone like me deserves a life set free

Look at me, writing, I have lost sight of poetry. I am touched with so much pain.
Yet I cannot seem to come up with anything decent to say.

I grow tired of the same feelings
Inside I become weak to their tyranny

I hide the inner me
I've grown tired and empty
I am the weakness you cannot see

I tried the trigger
I ran the razor deep
The pills wouldn't have me
Here I stay trapped inside of my head

Today I walk, I see, I breathe...I experience everything.
I think today might just be a better day to tell the truth.
I hope inside you think...I know you.

I am the netted psycho
Paved red and useless
Become my dying world
In me hear the life, lighted well that is fading

I am dying
Inside I'm trying
Strangled beliefs, no longer crying