Suicide

I sit here all alone It has been years since anyone cared There has no one here to yell No one to scream obscenities Just me and a TV Today even that forsakes me Two hundred channels There is not a damn thing on Except a man of God He talks of paradise An afterlife of bliss Never needing, never wanting All I have to do is die It would be so easy The blade in the bathroom A nice shiny edge looks so good It feels so sharp So good in my fingers Who would know? There would be no one to say stop It would be over in a few minutes I would just be there Lifeless and worthless Would it be worth it? It is hard to think as I feel a pinch Blood flows from my arm Leaving a growing crimson puddle I look down and watch The last thing I see is that even in death I will always be all alone