Suicide
By silverael
Alone, I cry. Alone, I weep. Alone, I put myself to sleep Eternal bliss Held in my hands, At least the blade will understand. Alone, the blood, The pain, the tears, Subside with cessation of my fears. I give up life I give up 'me' My soul broken by this misery. I take the knife, Into my hands, Its purpose gleaming, it understands - It knows to cut And delve in deep, To drink my lifeblood until I sleep. No more to wake, No more to cry, Those who "knew" me will wonder why, Why did I fade, Why did I give, The sharp edge of sorrow my will to live? No note to read, No note to ponder, I left them all to cry and wonder, Cry the tears that My eyes could not, To use up tissues, to wipe and blot The tears that burn - I passed on sorrow Instead of keeping it for the 'morrow, For myself to Still hold on tight; Depression and darkness stole my fight. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 05:49 PM PST, Elizabeth Botkin 0 • 1
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"Alone, I cry...."