The End Poem by J.T. Solomon

I just want to end it,
Die from the cut that my blade just slit,

At moments like these it’s my only way out,
Being missed is something I really doubt,

The blood running down my arm is the best comfort,
In the end I never come out unhurt,

The pain, to me feels so good,
I would honestly stop if I could,

The cutting is my drug; the pain is my dealer,
When it comes to death I am no cheater,

I just want to go, to just die,
The pain, I will forever be dominated by,

Every single tear is filled with nothing but despair,
This pain I can no longer bare,

I think about it and feel out of breath,
Hoping to come soon is my very own death.