The Suicide Door

My heart is pounding.
Alarms are sounding.
Death knocks at my door.

The lines cut deeper.
The hills are steeper.
As my life bleeds onto the floor.

The willingness of time.
Written in rhyme.
Breathing where there is no air.

Sparkling like static.
The pain comes automatic.
Tangled into the vines that ensnare.

A door swinging both ways.
My heart it will faze.
Unable to rewind what I've written.

Falling into broken glass.
Shattering my past.
My tongue that I have so often bitten.

Numbing every nerve in your soul.
Blotting out your only goal.
Portrayed as an empty photograph.

The end of life will come.
Yet still I play dumb.
Because I never knew how to laugh.

Only that razor-blade.
The friend that stayed.
When everything else walked out on me.

Each scar a taste.
Of the life that I waste.
When I don't know who I should be.

Each tear that I shed.
Wishing I was dead.
I wish now that it doesn't come true.

I only wanted to die.
When it was too hard to cry.
And that was long before I fell in love with you.

I know now what I need.
For you I would bleed.
Until I can't breathe anymore.

But I still want to live.
I'll beg them to forgive.
I'm shutting the suicide door.