Sweet Suicide

All the Cutting,
And the Bleeding,
With the Screaming,
Will death ever come?

Emptiness carves through my inside,
Loneliness wraps around my outside,
I’ve always wondered, what if I died?
This is my attempt at a sweet suicide.

Bottles of pills,
Shining razor,
All that kills,
Are in my favor.

I’ve had enough,
Not of love,
But of life,
Now all I want,
All I need,
Is a knife.

God can have my soul,
But my heart is my coal.
My rock,
My dock,
My only savior.

When the beating stops,
I’m finally gone.