Angel of death!

 Dead to the world! Darkness surrounds me.
Voices in my head of thoughts of a better life.
Life troubles weighing me down.
Pills can't take away my pain.
Grey clouds gather over my head as if to welcome me into heavenly rest.


On the inside there is a hole that can't be filled .
Anger and  pain is all I know .
Is there a better life out there?
Long sleeves covers slit wrists, that never seem to heal.
I need to run away .
Smiling on the outside but dying slowly on  the inside.


Angel of death came knocking on my door .
I must now leave this pain I feel inside.
She took me by the hand as my wrist bled slowly leaving evidence of torture.
On the bathroom floor.
Death's sting is not that bad after all.
A trail of warm blood runs down the bathroom sink.
And I am no more .
Finally my wondering is at rest .
Now I am at peace