The End (Suicide)

I'm standing alone in a room,
No one to hear my screams.
This feels so real,
I guess it's not a dream.

I look over my shoulder,
And you're standing there.
I'm running toward you,
But you don't care.

I stop,
And there it is.
My favorite razor blade,
The one I always cut with.

I haven't cut myself,
In a long time.
Haven't had a reason to,
Because you were mine.

Now you're with her,
And it hurts.
I need to ease the pain,
I need to get to work.

I grab the blade,
and put it to my skin.
I think about you,
And the pain you put me in.

With that thought,
I press down hard.
I feel the skin break
I feel less pain in my heart.

I don't know why,
But I keep cutting.
Cutting until I'm covered in ,
And I can't feel anymore pain.

Now I'm in a dark hole,
There are no lights.
This must be hell,
I realize, I've committed .