The End Poem by Scarred Unknown

The End



Slowly, the blade toward my hand
Hope less pain
Make this end
Hope it might help
Save me from myself
Closer still
Moving toward the end
It presses to the skin
Cold as it is
I feel my pain ease
I press down
Slide it over
And it’s done
I sit and wait
Let myself bleed
So here I sit
Waiting for the end

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