Whats keeping me
from being free?
i have the source,
i don't have to use force.
one quick slip of the blade,
and my life could be all made.
i am so afraid of the real me,
what the others don't see.
i act like i know the me the others do,
if only it were true.
i cant rid of my past,
everything seems to be going o fast.
my thoughts twirling and whirling around in my head,
my body feels as if it were led.
i cry out for help,
this is something i have previously felt.
but as before,
there is nothing more.
no one hears,
the worst of my fears.
no one knows
for i never show
the hurt i feel inside,
it will always hide.
i take another look at my blade,
pick it up, slice, and my life begins to fade.
all i see is red upon my floor,
they cant get in for i have bocked my door.
all the times i screamed out,
no one came and they left me in doubt.
if only they were here sooner.
i feel the pain take control of my soul,
every breathe grows so dull.
i cant move,
i wish my mom were here to sooth.
now i know its too late,
i will be dead in a mater of seconds at this rate.
words left untold,
secrets i hold.
that no one will know,
i dare not show.
this was my suicide,
and now i have died.
