Author's note: No I am not suicidal, my Uncle killed himself a few years ago and I've never really gotten over it, sometimes I have dark feelings however I would never put my family through everything again. This is my own original work and I hope everyone likes it!
I want to die
I want to die so much
Everything is ice cold,
Black with death and destruction
Death is peaceful, gone, dead,
No longer belonging to existence.
I wish death so much,
I wish the emptiness the isolation.
If death is so much easier than life,
Then why am I still living,
Why am I still existing in this empty void this daily meaningless?
What am I still doing here?
Just one slice, one cut, one knife.
A bullet, a noose, a dagger.
So many ways, yet all ending in the same result,
Death/peace.
What is the point of living anyway when blissful oblivion is just a slice away?