Final Breath

My eyes are glassy,
full of water,
with streams of tears running down my face,
full of betrayal and hate.
I can feel my heart beat,
it is getting faster and faster,
as I get closer and closer to death.
I can feel,
the grasp of death,
bringing me closer,
hoping to see me soon,
and get rid of all that pain.
Feel the anger,
stiring around inside,
feel it taking over,
think of all those lies.
No pain,
no tears,
no fears,
no cuts,
no anger,
no friends,
no family,
all means,
no life.
I might as well go up above,
With my final tear,
streaming down my face.
With my scars,
on my wrists.
With my ever lasting memories,
and my final breath.