Suicide

Why must I feel this way?
Why are you on my mind?
Where's my lil razor blade?
I need, I want, I have
Thoughts of dieing with depressing purpose.
Thinking of no one but me.
Sitting in a dark room.
Wondering what my next step.
Am I ready to die?
Am I ready to give up my life?
Everybody that has courage me to die.
You can finally get your wish.
For I am thinking I'm ready to die.
What is this I smell, I taste?
I smell Fear, I taste blood.
Thinking back of the darkest memories,
giving me more reason to cut even more deeper to my veins.
The happy memories are slowly fading.
Their not strong enough to hold me together.
All i can remember is.
being abuse by my father, and getting away with it.
Running away cause nobody ever trusted me.
Cutting my beautiful skin,
Ruining God's precious gift.
Leaving everything behind,
Leaving the people that actually care behind.
For I am not good enough no more.
Death is all I think of.
Darkest places, Darkest color.
Never be Happy for it will ruin your day.
I am not alone,
I am not the only person who thinks this,
What's next?
Who should I give out my blessing, my goodbyes ?
I'm running out of time.
Should I scream?
Should I call the Ambulance?
Should I stay silent?
I don't know??
Should I give myself another life?
Should I start fresh with wounds scars?
Suicide is a Thought,
A Thought of many questions,
A thought of Death.
For that makes me Suicidal.
Feeling quite dizzy.
I see my blood spreading thro my floor.
Never seem to do anything about it.
Enjoying the Blood of my Life.
Slowly flowing away from me.
I close my eyes, saying a silent prayer.
for my life is going to a better place.
For I am free in peace.
For I will live longer in the spiritual world.
My pain will vanish away my heart.\
I am Happy,
Goodbye...