There is no getting out.
Theres few things worse than all this pain,
I now can only pout.
The saline from my eyes have dried,
There's no more tears to cry.
There's nothing left of me today,
I might as well just die.
This razor blade, convinent, yes,
Oh what about that gun?
The bathtub may be easier,
Perhaps a little fun.
It doesn't matter anymore,
There is no time at all.
I must escape- relieve the pain,
So to my knees, I fall.
Low'r my head and hide the shame,
I feel it out and In.
It chokes and strangles- like a noose,
Only I know where I've been.
Crawl on all fours to get away,
The noose grips tightly still.
I must give in or kill myself,
I feel so very ill.
I opt to take the blade and *slice*
Watch myself waste away.
This red is all aroud me now,
Theres not much left to say.
I freed myself from all the pain,
That only I did bare.
I now do wait, so patiently
Into your eyes, I stare.
But it isn't really you,
It's just your picture there.
I close my eyes a final time,
Am swallowed by despair.
By: Sara A. Jacobson
