• my final act


    the last few days have been such hell i feel I'm trapped in a well screaming loud no one hears I'm crying thick these heavy tears I'm so depressed an sad inside that the happy part of me has died I'm over whelmed with hurt i yearn for peace an open door i lay in bed cursed to think the sadness breaks that final link I'll wake up early and jump in the tub wash my body a cleansing scrub and then u breath and try to relax i think out lout my final acts i reach for my razor and press it firm against my wrist i do not squirm i hurt so much from the sad in side the pain feels good i cut and slice the blood now pooling inside my tomb i feel so cold approaching doom eyes drawn heavy its such a relief to hurt no more an absent grief light now dimming it fades to black nearing to late to bring me back bleeding hurt my breath to cease a final act to find my peace