My Last Breath
Hidden behind
my dark brown eyes
I see visions
of suicide.
Circling around
every night and day
in my mind
they always stay.
Never leaving
I just don't try
what's the point?
I want to die.
New razor
pressed upon my skin
fighting the tears
I await my end.
Hating life
before it's to late
I press down harder
I need to escape.
Vision blurred
blood pools and flows
I don't feel anything
it's my time to go.
Last breath
falling to the floor
I await death
am no more. -
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
My Last Breath
Hidden behind
my dark brown eyes
I see visions
of suicide.
Circling around
every night and day
in my mind
they always stay.
Never leaving
I just don't try
what's the point?
I want to die.
New razor
pressed upon my skin
fighting the tears
I await my end.
Hating life
before it's to late
I press down harder
I need to escape.
Vision blurred
blood pools and flows
I don't feel anything
it's my time to go.
Last breath
falling to the floor
I await death
am no more. -
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