My Escape

A broken heart,
Eyes red from crying,
Al l I feel like doings dying.
This pain is torture,
I don�t want to feel.
This isnt happening.
This cant be real.
My body,
my soul,
they�re torn apart
Im screaming,
I�m bleeding,
With all of my heart.
But nobody hears me,
And nobody knows,
And I myself will never dare show:
Im furious, terrified,
Alone and ashamed.
And yet the same question remains:
The cause of my problems -
Who do I blame?
God, you, or destiny?
Maybe this sorrow was meant to be,
Perhaps it was ordained for me.
Should I embrace it?
Should I let the pain be?
I cant live like this.
I know for a fact.
In suicide lies bliss.
And so I react.
I grab the razor;
bring it to my wrist,
I sit on the ground,
Clench and unclench my fist.
Im ready, its over, no more hurt, no more pain.
Its finally ending.
Tears flow down like rain.
I sit and I weep,
blood runs down my hand,
I slash with the razor,
At my own command.
Relief and peace,
overwhelm me.
Im dying,
Escaping,

Im finally free.