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I'm tired of being hurt,

tired of hurting other people.

I just want to get things over with,

I want everything to end.

With the shimmering point of a swtich blade.

I want everything to go away,

I want things to change.

I want people to not hate me,

I want them to be free of me.

Why should they stand place in my life,

when I have no place in theirs.

Why should I take up space,

why shouldn't they be free of me.

But with the quick slash  of the knife,

they'll all be free,

just like I want them to be.

Why should I stay,

they don't need me.

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