Life
Life ends as swiftly as one strike,
Easy…
Feeling the cold blade against my wrist
One simple movement,
Life with be over.
No more worries,
No more fake smiles or thoughts of anyone.
No more ridicule.
No more acceptances
Peace, just peace.
Until I realized how precious life could be.
I regret in my afterlife, remembering my death.
That only movement left me bleeding to die.
I want to see more, feeling that I'm not ready for life.
To be left dead on the cold floor of the room
Door is locked, no one cares afterall.