• Every day
    I sit at home
    Every night
    I cry alone.
    I reach for help
    I’m shot down
    I scream out
    “Help me NOW!”
    Yet silence remains.
    The knife red
    In my hand
    The bottle empty
    On the ground.
    Blood pooling
    Beat slowing
    My closest friend
    My final song
    My last goodbye.
    One last verse
    One final Chord
    With my strength
    I reach out
    My last breath
    I call out.
    A shrill cry
    A tear slips
    My last line
    My final song
    Comes to
    A glorified
    End.