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. -