Tortured Soul

Tortured soul filled with dread.
Silent screams inside my head.
Pain beyond what eyes can see.
How much longer will it be?
Before this pain is gone for good.
Gone for ever like it should?
When will this pain finally leave?
I don't think it will, no I don't believe.
I don't believe that there is a way.
To deal with this pain day after day.
So should I stay or should I go?
A question with an answer I don't know.
I think about the people in my life.
Then slowly glance down at the knife.
The knife that rests in my hand so cold.
Suddenly I feel like I'm growing old.
I think of the torture I've been through.
And I wish another way I knew.
Another way to get out of this place.
So no one else has to look at my face.
Maybe then life would be okay.
No more harsh words would people say.
And now the knife is welcoming to me.
A longing I feel to finally be free.
So I take the knife and cut real deep.
Out comes the blood, out it starts to seep.
The dark red liquid flows to the floor.
I know there's no turning back anymore.
My world starts to turn dark and black.
I don't even wish that I could go back.
And then it's over, no more pain.
No more feeling like I'm going insane.
No tortured soul filled with dread.
No silent screams inside my head.
For once in my life I feel free, I feel good.
For once in my life, I feel like I should.

This is NOT a real experience that I went through... I just thought that since so many people go through it, I'd write about it. So yeah, not a personal experience!
:-)