My suicide

My words are cold.
My soul was sold,
to the devil himself.

I'm my own enemy.
All I want to do is bleed.
It calls me from the shelf.

I cut away the pain.
I am still the same.
Though my days are gone.

I fall to the floor.
The dark is so much more,
then what I thought.
I pray for the dawn.

I hear them carrying me away.
This was supposed to be my day.
In my heart I know I am wrong.

I wake to find I'm,
surrounded by people I despise.
The road to Hell was just to long.

I'm in so much pain.
The wounds on my wrists scream.
Tears roll down my face.

They try to comfort me,
and they it will be OK and leave.
Why couldn't I have just died and gone to that fiery place.

I cry alone.
They never hear that moan.
I guess I must learn to live again.