My ... suicide

Its a passionate embrace
of self inflicted mistakes
left to burden my soul
making me delusional
and creating my hole..

I hide away and drown in a pool
of blood
losing all hope and contemplating on
giving up...
You've taken everything
and i have nothing left to give
Each time I cut i come closer to the
vein, the vein in my wrist that
represents my fate...

one single slip and it could be the end
it seems that the razor blade has
become my only friend,
Its the one that will be with me
right until the very end
it could be the reason for my suicidal
death...

My passionate suicide
my intimate suicide
my self righteous suicide
my disgraceful suicide
my unjustified suicide
my spiritual escape from
this pain filled life...