Desperation

I want to roar
with the pain I feel inside
I can't take it anymore
I can no longer hide.

As I sit in my despair
thoughts running through my head
It is so unfair
If only I were dead.

I am an outsider looking in
while the others have fun
I am cursed with this sin
of wanting to run.

I want to go away
and leave it all behind
of another long day
in my obsessed mind.

I finally reach for the knife
feeling the sharp blade
knowing it will end my life
My decision is made.

I push the knife into my chest
and as the blood spills out
I know I did my best
and am leaving without a doubt.

My last thoughts are wondering what filled me with hate
liking to know where I got off track
but it doesn't matter at this rate
as everything goes black.