Here I Lay

I cant do this anymore,

Death is knocking upon my door.

I cut deeper and deeper,

I see the eyes of the real Grim Reaper.

 

I wield my blade like a weapon in defense,

The pain I start to feel is immense.

Help me please, don;t let me live,

Set me free and let me win.

 

They say suicide is selfish,

But in death I will relish!

Please don't save me now,

For I dont know how.

 

I will take my life away,

And here I will forever lay.

Nothing can stop me,

I'm gone now, for eternity.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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