I died today
I couldn't handle the pain I felt
I took that knife and I made my last final cut
The tears stain my face as the blood drips to the floor
The guilt is over whelming but the satisfaction of death is arousing
My vision is blurry but I can hear the screams of my mother
She's wants me to wake up but its to late
This is what I wanted right, a death so painful so the relief will be worth everything I've gone through.
I look through my memorys as my last breathe takes over.
Oh how many regrets I have
How much I wish things could have been different
How much I could have changed
Its to late, my eyes roll to the back of my head and I hear or feel nothing
Finally the moment I wanted
I physically died today but mentally I died a long time ago
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words -Robert Frost