Finally

Death comes knocking
On my door
I great him with a warm welcome
And give him a tour

These are my scars
The wounds cut so deep
The ones made by blades
The ones that I keep

This is my soul
Tattered and worn
Getting more and more frayed
Since the day I was born

Here is my heart
Shattered to pieces
Flooded with cold
Lined with creases

There is nothing left of me
I explain
All that I have
Is my own pain

I can feel his grip
Clasping me tight
And a moment later
My worlds out of sight

I gave in
I am finally free
I have finally become the nothing
I’ve always wanted to be