I'm Ready, I'm Done
The time has come to end all days
Ugly, a word that often describes me
A word so powerful it's sending me to my coffin
It was the cause of all those tears I once shed
" But ugly is what you are , undesirable is what they say" my mirror said
So I drag the long sharp blade across my frail , hideous arms
Red droplets soon appear the blissful pain takes my breath away
My existence is meaningless they say
So please don't sound the alarm
My dear friend because I am the one causing the satisfying harm
As forgettable as a aglet my life will be
Now's the last time they'll cut me down with their words
Words so clear they cant be blurred
Their words echo in my last dread filled moments
Your soul forever and always ugly
My eyelids became as heavy as a ton of boulders
Soon the mystery of after life washes over
A sign reads eternal blackness ahead
Ugly always and forever my dear
A soul so haunted it always been dead
YOU ARE READING
The Shades Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my reminder to not harm myself because life after can vary As of now I'm living as the damaged kid I've grown content with the state I'm in I don't want help I'm the controller of despair
