Silent Suicide

Sitting in my room.
So young, so betrayed.
The razor seems like my only friend.
The only one who never lied.
Always did what I wanted.
So clean, so fast.
The blood slowly dripped.
Down my hand, down my arm.
I wanted it to end.
All the hatred, all the shame.
I made too many mistakes to go back.
Too many mistakes to live with.
The guilt kicks in.
I'm not what God intended.
A mistake created at conseption.
I sit in my room so quiet,
And watch the blood drip.
The only one who cares,
Trys to get me to stop.
He can't stop me.
He's too far away,
Not close enough to pull the razor blade out of my hand.
It cuts me again and again.
The lights flicker in and out.
I gasp for breath,
Awaiting the last breath I take.
I want it to be over.
The regrets, the mistakes.
I can't take the stress of being who I am.
The lights finally dim.
I am gone.
My silent suicide.