I Just Want To Die

Seeing the other side has never seemed so closer, before now.

I just want to die.

Knowing that I won't be here anymore, hasn't seemed so delightful, the way it does now.

Please, someone save me.

I run away from myself, fearing what I may do next.

I just want to die.

I live in a shallow, hallow world with people who just don't give a damn.

Lord, take me now.

Death is my biggest fear, but everyone, sometimes, has to face their fears.

I just want to die.

I'd rather be in pain physically then to live another life inside of my mind.

Such a dangerous place.

It's crowded with darkness and lined with self-hatred.

I just want to die.

The most comfortable place for my hands is around my neck.

Someone, make it stop.

Everyone claims that they care, but no one really does.

I can't do this anymore.

I give myself agonizing headaches from the screaming inside my mind.

Louder and louder, each time.

How can someone, so full of life, wish for it all to end?

I just want to die.

Each time I bleed, I beg for it to pour.

Put me out of my misery.

Memories I wish to erase, haunt me day after day.

I just want to die.

I can't explain it anymore, to be honest, I don't even think I want to.

It will all be over soon.

Tired of the pain, neglect, and agony, my life is no longer worth living.

I just want to die.

Too many times, I have been hurt in this life.

Make it all just stop.

I wish to be free and able to escape my inner demons.

I just want to die.

Something triggers.

What's going on?

I realize, it is time for me to do the one thing I never thought I would do.

I just want to die.

Finally, I gain enough courage.

This is it.

I finally, feel the need to take my own life.

I just want to die.

In a flash, I race to the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I saw.

Finally, a dream come true.

I sneak past everyone, quite like a sly fox.

I just want to die.

I approach the bathroom, casually, just like I would any other time.

Almost there.

Finally in my safe place, I lock the door and begin to run the bath water.

I just want to die.

I strip myself of all clothing and gently get in.

The water is nice.

Tears stream down my face, but I know what as to be done.

I just want to die.

I press the blade to the skin of my wrist, feeling the pain.

Someone, please barge in.

I make a small incision, but that is all I can make.

I just want to die.

As much as I want to go, I know it isn't my time.

Fine, I'll stay.

I'll deal with the pain.

It was worth a try.

I'll deal with the emotional, physical, and mental stress.

I just want to die.

I turn the water off and put my clothes back on.

Maybe, some other time.

Something I wanted to do, I don't have enough of courage to complete the task.

I just want to die.

I walk to my room and place the knife under my pillow.

Who knows.

I lay down on my bed, head resting against the pillow.

I just want to die.

I hear the people in other rooms arguing, cursing the violent words.

Here we go again.

I begin to cry, but I just lie there....

wanting to die.