Suicide

A razor blade to the wrist

Cold steel on warm flesh

That nervous feeling

Brought to ease with a deep breath

One swift move of the hand

The skin tears apart

Blood flows out

Tears begin to start

Feelings overflow

As the heart beats fast

One look at the blood

Memories of the past

The past that shaped today's present

The past that lead to this depression

The past one tries to escape

The past due to which

This decision was made

The red liquid flows

Like a river along the skin

Breath starts to slow

As pain starts to begin

But what to pain 

To one who has only suffered

For him, even in death there is a gain

Peace is discovered

When one can no longer fight

All the demons within

When one is deprived

Form all that is right

Ever since he was a child

When years go by

And nothing changes

No matter how hard one tries

Then the soul wears thin

And the heart slowly dies

After all this pain and suffering

One finds his only way out 

Is suicide

Reviews

[dananegal]

Thank you for being brave. And hopefully you'll never have to encounter such a situation again.

[Lynndah]

I know that feeling. I've been there. Sounds like you have too.

[MoriartyMesa]

Too easy, someone who would take the time a flow would know it was a cut for knot.

[Lord Chernabog]

Heart breaking, yet beautiful. I know these feelings all too well, and I wonder if you yourself may know this firsthand? Either way, good write. Keep it up

[Sami Khalil]

A powerful write on suicide...I hope you don't be the next victim of it...Bravo........................

[Christopher Paul]

Thank you...

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................