My feelings, My choice

I stand alone
day by day
as the wind blows
my body starts to sway.

I feel all alone
with only my mind
so distant from all
im just so behind.

I only have one
simple thing to do
I'll simply be no more
to the world and you.

I grab for the sharpest
object in the drawer
then I quickly run
and lock the bathroom door.

I make the slits
on my wrists in the light of the candel
it was my own choice
to sell my soul to the devil.