Peace At Last
tears streaming down your face,
leaving glistening lines on your cheeks,
such stark contrast to the faded red that
lies upon the pale white of your wrist
holding the blade in your hand
you feel there is no other way
placing the razor on your fragile skin
you start the first line, the pain is released
as you cut, tearful ecstasy shows on your beautiful face
as line after line appear on your wrist
the skin puffs up,
the blood starts to flow
you feel relief, but a sharp pain too
given up, you dont know what else to do
you resign yourself to your fate
as you begin that final line
you cry out as the blade cuts deep
no one hears or maybe they dont care
losing blood, the world goes black
you close your eyes, draw your last breath
no more pain
no more sorrow
no more misery
peace at last
Copyright © Chase Allison | Year Posted 2016
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