As I look around
There is no one near,
No one to care,
Or even hear.
...
The Difficult Decision
As I look around
There is no one near,
No one to care,
Or even hear.
I think to myself What is
the reason for my existence,
No answer can even
Be found in the distance.
I shall forever be alone
In this cold dark place,
This fact is to hard
To believe and embrace.
I glance around the room
Looking for an exit,
My phone began to ring
But I never checked it.
Instead I leaned over
And picked up a knife,
Tracing the veins
Thinking about my life.
The words I'm sorry
Get stuck in my throat,
As I lick the envelopes
Of the tear soaked letters I wrote.
A handful of pills
Chased with some water,
And a quick slash down the arm,
I will be free
And no longer a bother...