free at last from all the pain

I lie awake
Thinking about everything
If I should take my life
If it would fix everything
If everyone would be better without me
I cant stop feeling the pain
Feeling like I’m a f**k up
I feel like I just want to die
People keep telling me I’m a p***y
That I won’t
I’m too much of a little b***h to do so
So now its time to prove everyone wrong
I take the knife out of pocket
Removing the casing quietly and slowly
At first I think of not doing
Of turning my emotions around
But I’m too gone
There’s nothing left to live for anyone
I think of all of you
Of what you put me threw
And you laughed in my face
Temped me,hurt me,told me to do it
So now its time to do it
I slice the knife on my brittle wrist
I cut and cut till I can’t feel anything anymore
I look down at my wrists
And start to escape
I’m finally happy for once
The blood pools on the floor
Like a mass murder happened
I can’t feel my body or anything anymore
I grab some meds to end everything
I take them all
And then finally I’m dead
Finally I’m free
Free from everything
Free from you

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Death is a end. Maybe not a good one. I like how you told the tale. Some directions we travel lead to good road and not. A powerful poem with a sad ending.
Coyote

[Jordan's Back]

Man I loved this one! :)