I am sitting
In a cold, windowless room
The air thick with crimson regret
And mixed with hatred and pain
Chains hold me down
I am strapped to this desolate world
I cry vermilion and scarlet
And I feel nothing but isolation
This life
Has taken its toll on me
I can't hold on much longer
Suicide is telling me to give in & give out
I am nothingness
A shadow in this abyss
Of this worldly hell
With pain and fear raining from the skies
And temptation wandering around without a line
Suicide
A fragile piece of it
Is me
I shall soon be
Just another sob story
On the local news update
In the corner
There are tools of torture
Knives and guns and razors and poisons
Waiting to see which one of them will end me
In the darkness
I can see a tiny light
I can't touch it
I can't feel it
But I can tell it's for me
I can't breathe
My heart is racing
My fingers are twitching
I can't move in this place
Feeling so unwanted
In a place so full of fear
I want out so badly
I need to breathe and to feel free
Down the hatch
And just for good measures
Blades to my arms
And gun to my head
Crimson turns to scarlet
And scarlet turns to vermilion
Mixing with tears
And self loathing
Here I am
Once again
Trapped in hell
Tworn to pieces and fragments
Of sweet suicidal repulsion
Suicidal misery
And helpless carelessness
Make up a portrat
Of my broken face
And now
This is my final good-bye
It's not like I'm dying
Because I'm already dead inside
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