So I died today.
And that was that.
Plain and simple.
I couldn't take it any more.
I just stopped, and died.
No tears, no regrets.
I just let go.
Watching the knife slice my skin,
all I could do was relish in the pain.
The sweet pain, working perfectly.
Taking away all my regrets,
all my fears,
all my hidden tears.
And taking away my life.
Finally, I can rest.
No more stinging in my chest,
no more sadness,
and no more pretending.
This final act, to show everyone,
I truly am unhappy.
For all of them to understand.
It was their fault.
Their fault for not knowing,
For not helping,
For not being there to stop me.
And finally as my heart slows,
I am happy.
Until I wake up,
And I find,
I'm still here,
still alive,
and still in pain.
And nobody knows.
Nobody understands.
And nobody ever will.
I'm alone.
Just waiting for my dream to be reality.