Suicide

Suicide, suicide where art thee? Have u not yet
Consumed my worthless soul, the purging I am yet
To face. The cuts that layer my arms, the hurt inside
I can no longer bare to face. this sympathetic love
Burns me for sympathy is for the weak hearted,
These words make no sense. My mind weak
From wine, my heart labored from endless crying
The simple understand not the words of the wise.
But my end is yet to come.