No more

I want to end this pain,
as I stand in the rain,
laying on the ground,
without making a sound.

I watch the snow,
and let my blood flow,
I hid my scars,
as blood hits the tar.

I don't want help no more,
my has been tore,
there is nothing for me,
as you can see.

No more tears,
and no more fears,
I am done with my life,
as I hold my knife.

I cut my self and see the blood,
as it continues to flood,
I am sick of this world,
with me in an everlasting twirl.

As I stare up at the sky,
I soon know I will die,
I sick of my torn heart,
that has been torn apart.

No more suffering for me you see,
as I am on my knee,
I am tired of my past.
I am gone a last.