I Won't Be Missed

I feel the cold,
Biting my skin.
I feel the frost,
Freeze everything.

The dried up tears,
No longer fall.
As if the pain,
Weren't there at all.

The sticky blood,
Seeps out my side.
Staining my top,
As I try to hide.

I adjust my hair,
Over the place.
Where bruises and cuts,
Appear on my face.

I preceded to walk,
Aimlessly in rain.
Hoping to forget,
About all the pain.

I see a bright light,
I hear a loud horn.
My heart comes to halt.
And no one will mourn.

My life is now over,
And so's the disuse.
Now I am free,
No more constant abuse.