Boredom Kills

I get so bored that
I take the blade
and press it on
my skin. Cold as
it touches my fragile
flesh.

To others its wrong
but to me it feels
so right. Closing my
eyes as I gently
slice.

It takes away all
the wonders and
worries of the world.
Yet no one knows.

And then it hits
me. I got to go
deeper. I got to
go longer, for the
same pain to get
the sensation.

Something was different
this time. I lost
control and went to
deep. That now I'm
in the hospital
getting fixed.

How does someone
lose all sight of
that in just one
slit of the wrist?

Off I go down
the wrong path.
To the "Land of
forever last." No
one to save me
from myself.

And then I get
better, but it can't
be true. It took
just to many pills.
That I'm in the
hospital again, but
all is lost.

And yet ends my
fate, but I'm
still alive. How can
it be?

I open my eyes.
It was all a
dream. Ohh what
boredom can do!