Woke up alive,
Striving to not survive,
I was dead,
Then revived.
People started when they saw,
The beauty that I was, gone.
My wrists were an angry red,
My mind whistling to the tune of the dead.
They saw my eyes,
Usually so bright like the skies,
Gone were the orbs that weren't me,
But dull replacements trying to be.
Trying to be a person that I'm not,
Trying to weave a different not,
I was a broken soul,
That the world forgot.
What would happen,
If I died?
Would people care?
Or would they divide?
Should I live?
Or should I die?
Do I deserve,
A chance to survive?
I chose to die,
The very first time,
This time I want to die,
Because I have a too many crimes.
Again here I am,
Knife in hand,
The deed was done,
No turning back.
I slid the steel,
Across my skin,
Drawing blood,
My silent sin.
I find the vein,
That holds my life,
I split it open,
My internal strife.
Yet again,
I am alone,
In this world,
I'm made of stone.
No one cares,
Like they say they do,
It's all a lie,
I should sue,
For the pain they caused me,
The debts are due.
I fall again,
Through the endless dark,
All through the night,
It's left its mark,
On my soul,
Which lead me blindly,
To a hole,
Where I fall,
Yet again,
I think now,
Life's a sin.
Their back were turned,
They thought I returned,
Just to leave,
With the price I earned.
The price of death.
The feeling of taking your last breath,
The feeling of your heart's last beat,
When heart and soul finally meet.
The task at hand,
Was finally done,
My boundings gone,
I think I won.
The world slowly burned,
To a blackened crisp,
Their screams of terror,
Which cause me such bliss.
The end has come,
The world finally done,
I am gone,
And forever bound,
To the crime I have made,
And then I fade,
Away into the dark,
Where my soul has left me,
For the last golden spark.