Cutting away the pain

Some days I just want to give up,
Slit my wrists,
And bleed out.
Write my notes,
Say my good-byes,
End it peacefully.

As I hold the razor blade,
Close to my wrists,
I close my eyes,
Start to cry.
Holding so tightly,
Ready to go.

For weeks,
I've been crying out for help.
No one listens,
No one cares until it's to late.

I'm sick of living,
Living in a world full of hate,
Such a cruel world.
Now, it's to late.

I've start to cut,
Over & over,
Slicing myself up.
Deeper and deeper,
I'm bleeding out,
All the hateful words,
And the trauma.
Cutting away,
All the pain.

Slowly drifting away.
I cut,
One last time.

I lay back,
And cry,
Feeling the blood,
Flowing out if my arm.

I say to myself.
"It's okay now,
Everyone didn't notice before,
So they wont care now."

I tried my hardest.
To be strong,
For so many years.
Got so many battle scars.

This was the last straw.

Drifting away,
Into the light.
No more hate,
No more pain,
And no more suffering.

I'm dead,
I'm at peace.

Good-bye.