The End

Life is not well
And it is no good
I hate it all
Kill myself I should

No one really sees
And that no longer bothers me
It is all bad anyways
The blood spills like the sea

It runs down my arm
I no longer feel the pain
Everything is numb
My arm is now a drain

Should I leave this world now?
Or hang on a little longer?
I don't know what to do
I'm not getting stronger

Why am I so weak?
How did I fall in this hole?
Now I'm so far in
And I have no goal

Sometimes I wish
I could take the easy way out
And just let go
And get relief of this doubt

He blamed someone else
And denied it all
Why did he do that
This is my last call

Why do I live?
Do I really deserve it?
Is it worth the pain
All I do is slit

The cuts go so deep
But it is a great pain
It takes away
Yet makes me feel insane

So I take a few pills
And then a few more
And then I cut and watch the blood
Run onto the floor

But thats not fast enough
There is no relief
Its not as if I would be
Causing any grief

So I dig the blade deeper
And take more of the pills
I'm starting to feel weak
And I start to get the chills

I fall to the floor
I'm too weak to stand
I hope they know this was not planned

Now my eyes are heavy
As they start to close
No one is there
No one yet knows