Suicide Poem

I reach for the drawer
With shaky hands
Razor on demand
I'm surrendering this war
I choose my demise
With tears in my eyes
Where might be my loyal friend?
I read my last letter
My eyes getting wetter
Time for it all to end
I draw the red line
Drink a shot of wine
Here's to goodbye forever
They don't need me near
So why am I here?
I wish they would cast me to a river
Blood runs out free
Draining from me
I'm seeing spirits around
They beckon me closer
Soon I won't be a poser
And they'll lay me in the ground