Own Death

I wonder what it would be like,
To stare in a mirror,
Clutching a knife to my throat,
I think people would smile at it,
Waiting for the final jerk of my hand,
And the sound of a thud,
The sight of blood covering my face
Puddling around my pale splashed red face,
I can already hear the screams of happiness from lips,
And parties being planned.

I'm no longer in pain,
The hurt of anyone and everyone is released,
Scars on my arms disappear,
And there are no more agonizing days of faking a smile,
I'm in a better place,
Watching everyone amount to something,
I'm glad I'm dead,
No longer dealing with pain and hurt,
Depression no longer controls me.
I am free of this cruel world and it's grasp,
Though I shall forever love those,
Who loved me back,
Goodbye.