Suicide Try

Tonight I die. I won't keep pretending I'm all right. So I hold you for the last time tonight. I cut my face. I slice my veins. You kiss my eyes as I drift to a safer place. A rush of sensation fills my mind. Peaceful thoughts are all I find.

Am I okay now? Or am I just sleeping? I can here you weeping. I know now that I'm still breathing. I open my eyes and I'm not bleeding.

What's going on. My face is wrapped and my arms are strapped. I feel pain. Please let me go back. I was dead and I loved it. I've been revived and I hate it.

Now they will all say I'm insane. And that I should be locked away. But it's okay, because I won't stop until I'm in my grave.