i watch... as the razor slices through my skin... the pain feels good.. my thoughts remain on my freinds.. and family... wich im about to leave... this is what you get... wearing your heart on your sleave.. too many emotions to deal with.. too much pain to hide... why cant i just find someone... so i can confide.. my deepest and darkest secrets... get them off my chest... i truly beleive my death.... will be for the best... the blood runs down my arm.... and im not scared... ive done everything i could... just to try to prepare... for my final demise... looking at the puddle on the floor.. this should come as no surpirse... the depressions benn taking control.. for such a long time.... i should hve done this long ago... i just whish god would show me a sign.. some reason not to do this... a reason for me to live.... im sick of thois fucking world.. and all it has to give.........
Reason for writing:
death i want to die on my own terms cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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