Slashed Wrists

Pour out my blood on a golden cup and take a sip!
From cut veins, my poetry will seep!

All the voices and screams buried in the graveyard of my mind,
the noises and dreams will all be left behind!

Not a day passes by without images of dead souls flooding my thoughts
visual and auditory hallucinations of gunshots sees me inhaling some drug snorts!

Alone, exposed, abandoned and vulnerable, isn't this the best possible solution?
Isn't this my well deserved execution?

"Don't allow such thoughts to deteriorate your mental state" so says my psychologist
Yet all I can now hear are just tempestuous pleas and enticing appeals from my illusive apologists

NO!   I AM BETTER THAN THIS...
This is just amiss!

I AM NOT  the sum of my mistakes and they can not define me... if I do not allow them
They serve just as lessons and not to condemn!

Why split my veins for situations I can't change?
Why allow the past to have me deranged?

I AM BETTER THAN THIS!