Never Ending Story

Fascination, and fantasising
Are what’s true to me
My story is growing
Its now been 2 years you see

All the cutting and the tears
The supposed depression
My past is now my fear
Suicide is my happiness

Broken hearts, and useless words
I have left that trail behind
Happiness is through death
I treat myself unkind

Determined to live this through
Yet everyday I long for death
This is a never ending story
It will end, when I take my last breath

I bleed just to know I am real
Everything in my life is broken
Crying myself to sleep every night
Leaving so many words unspoken

Fascination, and fantasising
About the path of my suicide
Taking ten pills at once
Not knowing when I died