i slit my wrist ......

not waiting life to kill
rather my own blood i spill....

its my own choice, i have no fear
only pain, in eyes some unshed tears ....

on the floor, blood makes stains
slowly released me from my pains....

bloody stains, stains like in my soul
caused by all the pain, this life is foul....

visions finally fading away, soon its all done
staring darkness, oh so black, soon its all gone.....

soon im released, free from this pain
suffering and life, it was all just in vain......

thought, funny how blood makes difference between life and death
farewell life, so painful, so useless, gonna take my last breath....

this poem is a bit dark but thats how im feeling right now.
it feels like my world has falling apart
