Death

Is it so wrong to wish for death
When you feel you've nothing to live for?
I can't keep living like this
To live is an painful, endless chore.

Life holds no meaning
When hate fear and pain
Are seething inside you
With no good to gain.

My body is covered with bruises, cuts and scars
An insight to all the pain I hide
It was the first time blood was spilled
That a part of me died.

I wish for an escape, a way out
I dream of the day I'm finally free
I voice my wishes, my dreams as I cut my skin
To think I could end it so easily makes me giggle with glee.

If only you could see me now
how low I've sunken
If only you could see me now
Just how much I'm broken.

So many options to choose from
a rope, knife, pills a blade
And I know that when the time comes
No one will come to my aid.

When that inetivable day comes
I'll use a blade to slit my wrists
Yes, when that day comes
Never again will I be on the recieving end of your fists.

That day has arrived
On a day that rain falls heavily
I watch as the blood pours, drips to the floor
My last sigh is that of serenity.

Don't cry for me
As I lay in the ground
I live now in peace
That in life was not found.