Who is here?

Slit My Throat
Cut My Wrist
This Is My, Truest Bliss.
I seek a soft kiss
from the reapers reassuring lips.
The fire within begins to hiss,
My cold heart begins to melt
until there is nothing else
to show for myself.
I scream for help,
but who is here?
I have no one
to help me through
my uncontrollable burning tears.

-Mae Sinclaire