Who would have thought
Today would be the last
No more will there be
Only whatever awaits
In a lonely afterlife
No more sky
No more earth
No more sea
No more anything
The clouds are grey
I remember them white
The air is sticky
A storm is in the air
But not as big as the storm
Brewing inside my mind
No more I can take
No more can I hide
So today is the last
I know this for sure
Picking up the razor
I dropped on the floor
The touch of the metal
Against my skin
It's such a release
Made more so by the sight
Of my own blood dropping to the floor
Slicing my arms from elbow to wrist
Feeling the pain ebb away with each heart beat inside my chest
Beating fast now
It won't be long
Maybe I will see you again
But I expect I'm going somewhere
Far worse then you
Feeling sleepy now
Pain starting to fade
All I ask is that one day
You stop and think
Of all the good things
Of which there are not many
That I did for you
And how every so often I made you laugh
It's time to go now
So I will say goodbye
Tears welling in my eyes
Right till the end
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