When morning comes

Opening up the box to find ur suicidal suprise
excitement filling ur lungs,breathing harder every second
hearing the incessant pounding in ur ears
it gets louder and louder as u get closer
to the blade that spills dark red colors that u love to see run down ur arm
ur sight starts to blur as u fade out of consciousness
feeling the pain flow through ur veins and up to ur head
subsiding the bitter memories u long to forget
remembering to forget the lies u told and heard
hoping to find a way to let out the blinding rage
that builds up until u explode on everything u come across
yelling, screaming, cutting and suffocating in this box called life
drowning out everyone that loves and tries to help u
because ur overwhelmed by the pain that wont seem to go away
slicing and dicing is ur only escape until u just cant take it
finally deciding this life just isnt the life for u
having enough of all that u thought u could handle
im finally leavin this hell i once called home.