I'm ready to end this life
I raise the sharp knife
It slid down my face, the tear
I no longer have a cure
I cry a bit
This game, I feel I should quit
There's nothing left to do
The dark should leave right on cue
I'm ready to end this sorrow
I do need the happiness, to borrow
My life can't get any tougher
I no longer have to suffer
Everything is suddenly dark
Not like a walk in a park
There's a searing pain
There's nothing left to gain
I'm going to put up a good fight
But I finally found the light
I'm finally free
to be whatever I may be.
I'm Ready to End This
I wrote this on how I used to be depressed (for a short while; no cutting involved). Um, I'm not anymore and I hope you like this!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
