My suicide story...

Utter Bliss

Utter bliss.

I'm alone.

Alone and at home.

I'm sick and wasted.

The falseness of my smile is plastered on the wall.

Can't seem to keep my mind on the ball.

You were so nice, so kind.

But all I was, was caught in your sick twisted bind.

I didn't want it to come to this. I wanted to stay in this fake bliss.

But you ruined it, the dreams I had.

I tried and I tried but to no avail.

So I'll sit here listening to Pierce The Veil.

I sit and cry, with thoughts flying around.

I look down and see a glimmer in the moon light, a silver of hope?

I gently pick it up to see a shining blade, a symbol of how to cope.

Curiouser, and curiouser I run my finger along the blade and crimson falls.

I flinch in pain yet it feels good, a gentle release from this.

I found myself in utter bliss.

I run it along my arm, making swirls and curves.

The crimson lines it perfectly, shading it with a deep red.

I smile, I didn't feel pain nor regret. As I lay back in the bed.

I start feeling faint and I thought to myself, "A dream comes true..."

I close my eyes, my art by my side, dripping inspiration.

My heart beating in desperation.

I sigh a final time and smiled. My dream has returned, and has finally come true.

Good bye for now, for I am now done with this.

For I have finally found complete and utter bliss.

A poem I wrote~