Ending it All

Bleeding
Screaming
Repeating

But...
I'm only dreaming.

I wish I was
Gone. I wish you
Were wrong.

It's true what everyone
Says about me.

I don't deserve this
Life. I'm always
Miserable.  I can't
Even explain why.

Everything is going
Good. In fact, it's
Going great. But, all
I want to do anymore
Is bleed.

I want to let you out
From underneath my
Skin. I just can't help
But let you in.

You always win
You always win.
But it's my fault for
Letting you in.
So, how do I
Begin?

I guess I should admit
To it. I've been thinking
About death for so long
I don't even remember
When I started.

Lately I've been thinking
About the end. About
Ending it all.

I've been thinking about
Tearing down these
Walls. I have nothing
Left to live for, and
Nothing left to lose.

I have nothing but my
Neck, tied up by a
Noose.  I'm tied up by
You.

When I read my own poetry
I creep myself out. It
Reminds me of the nothingness
Consuming me.

Lately I've been thinking
About the end. About
Ending it all.