Marcelena

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.