Suicide Mirrage

The world has become too tough
That my mind says giving up
On love, life and darkness decease
I have lost every single ounce of belief.

Struggling with the heartache delivered
Holding the sharpened knife, textured silver
That turns its outlook into liquid
With the crimson blood oozing.

The slice in my skin sends those shivers
Running down my back line and my spine
A slight noise escapes my lips, a quiver
For sanctuary away from emotional pain is mine.

This feeling of glee never will last
Moments after the bleeding deed is done
Re-entering my madness is a factor
Until I slit too deep, consumed by blackness.

Now, my life has ended, because of a foolish obsession;
A game I played, because I was weak and brittle
Hell awaits my suicide outcome:
A foolish cutter, realized at death.

**about cutting, how it seems to be an escape; but really is stupid...