Candlelight Hope

I sit in my room

And ponder death

Like when you hear the boom

And take your last breath

I wonder if you really die

Or if you just exist somewhere else

If you even realize the tears you cry

Reflect your slowing pulse

When you’re in too deep

Do you try to back out

Or do you keep

The things you weep about

And as I bleed

From homemade wounds

Do people need

The blood I lose

If I set down

The razor blade

Would you frown

On what’s been made?

Categorized as poetic

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.