The pain,
has become too much
too much,
for me to embrace.

My heart,
is beginning to weaken
to weaken,
at a steady pace.

The blood,
flows from my wrists
my wrists,
in a most beautiful way.

My razor,
lying there gleaming,
gleaming,
with such dismay.

The warmth,
such a feeling
a feeling,
so different and sweet.

My smile,
continuosly growing
growing,
welcoming the defeat.

The death,
is reaching for me
and I'm,
stretching as far as I can.

My body,
trying to go to the light
the light,
is becoming wan.

The tears,
begin to flow
to flow,
from being so lonely.

My love,
I thought it was death
death,
my one and only.

The hate,
begins to return
return,
from within the stars.

My eyes,
looking down
down,
upon those scars.

The scars,
cleansed with my blood
my blood,
all over the floor.

My hand,
descending outward
toward,
an imaginary door.