Death

I lay my head down for the last time . . .
I know death is almost here . . .
his bells are starting to chime . . .
As he is letting everyone know . . .
He silently walk through the house to my room . . .
I start to see my life pass by . . .
All the good, bad, and sad times start to zoom . . .
Then I realize have I really actually lived . . .
It's to late to go back . . .
death has already come . . .
I close my eyes one last time . . .
then I let death take me . . .
I start to leave my body . . .
stopping only to look back at it . . .
knowing that I never lived . . .
but rather I only did what people said . . .
maybe that is the reason for today . . .
I finally see what pushed me to do it . . .
everyone telling me what to do . . .
caused me to grab my razor blade . . .
to slowly start cutting away my pain . . .
over and over again till all my pain was gone . . .
then to look down to see my pool of blood . . .
realizing that now I shall only have to wait for death . . .
patiently, silently waiting for him . . .
bit now after looking back, I see why it was suicide. . .