Tortured Poem by Arline Richards

Cut me, cut me, im ready to die,
don't know what to do just stay numb or cry,
these cuts and wounds will heal,
I have no life, not anything, nothing real,
burns, scars, hearts shattered,
can't even think abut the things that mattered,
Drain my blood away,
Not going to try and make you stay,
heart slowly starts to die,
all i can feel is relieved and sigh,
as color starts to fade to black,
I see the demons and everything start to attack,
slowly creeping upon my useless soul,
all my memories speed through my head,
as i close my eyes and wish I was dead,
I want one more good thought to pass through instead