The End

It hurts too much
the pain I feel paralyzes me.
I can not move my body,
nor can I scream for help.
I am trapped in the haze of my pain
my mind fills with dark thoughts.
Voices tell me that I am worthless
that no one will love my fat ugly ass.
They tell me to end it all.
Telling me it would be better,
for everyone including me,
if I was to just die.
Still they whisper in my ear
insisting dying is the right path
promissing me it will not hurt.
All I have to do is let go
let the blood drain out
through the gashes on my arms.
And so I do, I let go.
Then all is still, there is no pain.