Dec 30, 2004 12:34
SUICIDE
Trying to please all who breathe and live
I shatter the glass which binds me whole
Dust swallowing my might and passion
No longer will I shred my soul
Trickling forth through a gaping wound
Quenches the shameful thirst for pain
Now it runs like a river of red
The blade leaves a blood-tinged stain
Seething and darkened pain is fading
Sudden tears emerge; I begin to cry
As I fall helplessly to the floor, I think,
No longer will I hurt inside