Suicide

The hurt will soon be over
for i am closing the book

the end is coming
for the box is empty

the tears are gone
for the river has run dry

the fire is going cold
for there is no wood left to burn

the bottle is now empty
for i swallowed all the pills

my wrists are both bleeding
for i slit them straight down

i breathe comes in gurgling gasps
for i slit my throat

all so that you couldn't hurt me again