Make It Stop

Make it stop! Won’t it go away?
Tell it I have had enough I do not wish to play.
Tell it that the pain is way too much to bear,
And that I will quit now in despair.
I give up and will let death take my very life,
Just give me the courage to bury this knife.
Tears of woe stream down my face,
For there is no love in life no real grace.
What must I do? What must I say?
To finally hear you answer what I pray!
My mind is ready but my hand hesitates to act,
Is it my mind that damned or what is the true fact?
My hand won’t budge an inch as I try to slide it past my skin,
I have no one left no friends or even kin.
Out of desperation I close my eyes and rip,
And finally the scarlet fluid continues its drip.
Land on the floor I feel at easy with myself for the first time,
And as I stare down at the bloody floor I see the testament of my crime.
For there was no one to watch me though this dark stage,
And I kind of feel others maybe in the same rage.
Should I let go of my life or fight another day,
Maybe there are others suffering like I am in the same way?
Should I be selfish and take my last stand here,
But it is not a stand but lying down and die I fear.
If I go what will I have accomplished in this action I take,
For I just said to all my life was not real it was a big fake.
I cared not to live one more day to see it all go right,
For I just left this Earth like myself fearing the endless night.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005