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