The End Solution

The Screams, the shouts, the memories, the doubts.
They never seem to leave my mind,
so I try to rid them with drugs of all kinds.
I try to hid the pain from all of my friends,

but the scars from inside never seem to mend.
It still seems to linger, never even dying,
so I stick with the drugs and keep buying and buying.
No longer able to take the pain,
not being able to know whom to blame.
With no one to talk to, and only one solution,
I take a sharp knife, and cut my wrists open.
My arms are going numb; the pain has no effect,
as I watch the blood drip down my arm, a weakness I detect.
I fall onto the floor, with fear and blood surrounding me.
The room is getting dark, and I can barely see.
Now in total darkness, I realize what I have done.
My friends and family are hurting, death has once again won.

By DamnedAngel

YES I AM A BORING PERSON AND NO YOU DONT WANT TO TALK TO ME.