Suicide
(Please note that this is an old poem I wrote and does not represent my current feelings)
You see me, in the corner I sit
Slitting my wrists to ease myself
Wishing my dark desires away
All my emotions set on the shelf
Silently, I sit in my misery
I await the chilling embrace
I hope for this pain to end
To escape from this dreadful place
I cut, deeper and deeper
More blood drawn, deeper still
The flowing, red mark of my self-hatred
As I long for the inevitable kill
I watch myself slowly die
My consciousness begins to slip
I tire of the pale existence
Sickened by misery and hatred
By our hope's absence
The time for words has gone
And so, by this knife,
I end the world, the universe
I... end... my... life
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