The End

The end can only truly be described in times of great emotion.

When on this earth,
We think one thing,

We dream of riches,
And shiny rings,

But what is this,
I've come to know?

It serves righteous death,
With but one blow,

For it is love,
My heart now knows,

When Ashley's hair,
Drifts and flows,

My wrists are slit,
My rope is tied,

My end is near,
My conscious high,

But still I stay,
And wonder why,

I've awakened to find,
I was never alive.

Author's Note

Please do not give me advice saying don't be suicidal and things of the sort. I would never do anything such as this. All poems are written from the very depths of my soul who's main purpose is to give reader's and in-depth view into my mind.

Reviews

[oubliette]

I loved it. It was to the point with a great deal of depth it invokes from the reader, even if they never knew it was there....But not once did I associate it with suicide, so I'm not sure what that says about me. Looking forward to reading more of your work.

[Holly]

This is very good... It gave me chills