Sometimes you can't handle the pain of life.
You have a knife;
it seems like the answer.
You slowly cut away one pain at a time.
As you do it, you think of what you've been through.
There were so many people that didn't know;
so many people that didn't care.
Everyday people walked by you.
You just pretended to smile.
Lies have been on your side so far.
People have been fooled.
Silently you are broken.
There is no way to be strong.
You have given up.
As you lie there on the floor,
tears are pouring out.
Blood is mixing with it.
There is no reason to cry.
You got what you always wanted;
wrists that are bleeding
and not living in hell anymore.
There is no turning back now.
All your emotions are spilling out.
Your life flashes before your eyes.
Silence, as you fall dead without a sound.