It'd be so easy to end this
With a slash of a blade,
So easy to tear
Every work on these pages-
Pages of misery,
Despair and disgrace,
One after another,
All stacked up but can't face.
Loneliness, anger,
The pain inside -
All these frowns and half-smiles.
Death outside.
Hiding everything :
Don't trust to show -
Hating every moment
Of a life out of control.
Is it time for the blade?
Is it taking control?
Or just rot away,
Dead in mind and soul.
With a slash of a blade,
So easy to tear
Every work on these pages-
Pages of misery,
Despair and disgrace,
One after another,
All stacked up but can't face.
Loneliness, anger,
The pain inside -
All these frowns and half-smiles.
Death outside.
Hiding everything :
Don't trust to show -
Hating every moment
Of a life out of control.
Is it time for the blade?
Is it taking control?
Or just rot away,
Dead in mind and soul.
