Is it wrong that it feels so good,
that i feel no pain, not a thing,
the cold, shiny, metalic blade,
pressed strongly, with force,
upon my skin,
why cant i stop, why cant i win,
at something that seems,
like it will never end,
going on for years,
as it already has,
and still not even a tear,
praying one day, or even now,
possibly tomorrow, God will take me away,
sorrow, is all i have left,
hope, it is what i lack,
pain, the pleasure of it all,
love, the greatest for all,
hate, it never seems to end,
little by little, i am falling apart,
regressing to a black hole,
being taken in,
mind, body, and soul,
one day, one day, i can live free,
without the pain, without the hate,
finding hope, that has found me,
knowing that love is there,
all i ask, and i hope it is not to much,
that someone will care,
and not forget about me.