This Door

This blade that sits in my hand
serves no other purpose but one.
No one seems to know it,
but everyone knows it once I'm done.
Blood and tears,
stain the floor.
I had nothing left,
I choose this door.

Escape the place,
I cannot stand.
But now I hold,
this in my hand...
A bloodstained knife,
see the drops...
They fell upon,
the tile tops...
The tears they fall,
down no more..
All because,
I choose this door.

To run away,
Is what I need.
For I no longer sleep,
I do not dream.
The pain inside,
runs deep within.
I try to fight it,
But I cannot win.
So here I lie,
On the bathroom floor,
I tried to live, but,
I choose this door.

I feel my life,
slipping away..
I do not try,
To live, to stay.
All the hopes,
and dreams within,
Have faded away,
with my soul and then..
I lay her now,
With life no more,
All because...

I choose this door