Fate. Poem by Brooklyn Decker

Hands shaking, Anxiety growing,
Voice trembling, Your fear is showing,
Purse your lips, Try to stay strong,
It won't last for much too long.
Take in the words, Don't show your hurt,
It couldn't possibly be any worse.
Anger rising, Racing through your veins,
You'll let them become aware, of all your pains.
In the faint light, The metallic shines,
The red streaming down your arm,
Is beauty in your eyes.
It begins to puddle, at your feet,
The smell, the taste, all too sweet,
The dizziness astounding,
The darkness, surrounding.
A last chuckle, filled with craze,
As your memories begin to fade,
A deep sigh, a sound of relief,
As all the hurt, is finally released.
No note to explain, the reasons why,
Because in their own minds, they will find,
The pain they've caused, the life they destroyed,
Your heart that they emptied,
Leaving it black and void,
Of any emotion, of any life,
No energy to try, No energy to fight,
No faith, no prayers, no God,
The one thing, you thought,
Would end it, would make it stop.
No prayer helped, no begging or tears,
No, instead of faith, you were filled with fears,
Hidden, isolated, slowly losing your mind,
After years of contemplating,
It was finally time.
They try to stop you, but it's too late,
Take the knife to your throat,
And accept your fate.