Death whispers suicide to me,
This shallow grave offers a place to sleep,
This blade is on the verge of sinking too deep.
I’m frightened, my skin starts to crawl,
I’m in pain, this blood says it all,
I’m weak, hoping not to trip and fall.
My heartbeat slows down by the second,
Nobody should know that I am saddened,
This burden is more than I had reckoned.
It’s okay, I’m normally like this,
Every part of this life is like an abyss,
I need The Grim Reaper’s fatal kiss.
I wish for something, even a sign,
Something to better up, or to end this life,
Until then, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.