Justification

Crying in the dark
Away from stares and prying eyes
Clutching at my knife
Making scars I try so hard to hide
But now they aren't enough
To save me from this wretched life
The knife shines under the moon
The silver blade as cold as ice
I hold it at my throat
And wonder if it's justified
They all say I'm sick
But compared to them I am fine
It's the world that is so sick
And I want to leave it behind
Is it so disturbing
For me to want to die
Is it really wrong
When all of my life is a lie
Every friend I thought I had
Just a figment of my mind
I hold the knife so close
And slowly, slowly close my eyes
Feel it on my throat
I can put an end to lies
I smoothly make the cut
Feel the warm blood as I die
Calm washes over me
As I let slip my grip on life
And thinking of all the horrors
I know that it was justified