Last Breath

Come home crying
Lock yourself in your room
Your walls are black
To fit your mood.

You slowly dry your eyes
Then dig under your bed
To find your knife.

A slice on each wrist
You watch yourself bleed
Tears silently slip down your face.

The days are long and lonely
You are always all alone
And know ones there to hold you.

What is your cause in life?
Should you even come home at night?

To have know cause is very depressing.

With a dark and heavy heart
That knife goes through your chest and penetrates your heart.

You start to feel cold
Then you take your last breath.

You slip to the ground
As your world starts to fade.

Then all is dark and you are never to awake.