My Final Encounter

Alone i cry
silently saying goodbye
to my sanity and my life
trying not to think
as I'm on the brink
of giving up myself to the knife.

My friends are not talking
instead they're just walking
by me in the hall
as if i don't matter,
they just simply chatter,
while I'm on my knees, i bawl.

i think about
all the times I've shout
that i am not okay
and how they walk by
as i silently cry
and simply look the other way.

I'm misunderstood
done trying to be good
quickly my days go on by
i decide no one cares
as i encounter these glares
i grab a knife and say goodbye.

gliding across my wrist
feels like the truest bliss
as i can forget my pain for a while
the pain i finally feel
makes me fall head over heel
but despite the throbbing pain i smile.

**Slightly repetitive and the flow isn't the best but i had to get it off my mind. (I'm really not emo. i write emo poems.)