Goodbye Forever

I'm sick of all these thoughts,
feelings, emotions, I'm confused.
I feel like I've been in battle,
my internal is now bruised.

You've put me down so many times,
I'm starting to think your right.
Thinking, deciding...how to end this,
I grab a knife, slit my wrist, and keep it out of sight.

Maybe next time,
I will let the blood pour.
Watching it crawl on my skin,
not feeling a thing, but wanting more.

I feel dead inside,
so what's the point in trying.
All my thoughts come together,
it's overwhelming, I can't stop crying.

I just want to leave this place,
free my soul and let it fly.
So now I sit here, knife in hand,
this is my last goodbye.