Sweet Death

The darkness of my mind,
Seems to consume me at night,
I lie in bed and think,
Of taking this life,

Knives, ropes and pills,
Nothing relieved this pain,
This pain inside of life itself,
Is now an everyday game,

Wishing to make just one last cut,
One last scar and take one last breath,
She’s finds herself lying helpless on the floor,
Meeting her sweet death.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on November 22nd, 2004