Who I was

There is no light guiding my way,
No one to hold me tight, begging me to stay.

There is no one to save me or at least give it a try
Just glistening razor blades to bleed me dry.

Handfuls of pills, to diminish the care,
I want to scream out but I'm so scared.

Handing out smiles like cigarettes, trying to pretend,
That my life won't be coming to an end.

This is my life, this is my choice.
To finally cave in to the once very silent voice.
~ unknown