Thank You

The noise I cannot take
The light I cannot stand
The life I live sickens me
So I take this razor in my hand

I make a line in each direction
Making sure I cut each vein
I don’t forget to write my note
To remind them they caused the pain

I sink it deeper in my arm
And watch my crimson flow
Coming out in a steady stream
Enabling me to go

And leave this world now I must
To never see another day
Allow every drop to come out of me
As now on this cold floor I lay

And as I drift to a better place
Where nothing can hurt me again
I thank you dear sweet crimson lines
For helping one painful life end