End of Goodbye
If you don't like action or fright... don't read. I'm not really the Emo/gothic chick who wishes herself dead... but the more friends I lose, the closer I become. I lost my best friend... and almost ended my life.
Being released from my skin,
Leaving a cold tingly feeling,
Bleeding from within.
Draining ever slowly,
Pouring out of me,
Everything's painful but peaceful,
A bloody melody.
A scream rises within,
Mesmerized by the final moments,
Seeing the world's full value,
As it slips from my skin.
The relief lies beside me,
Covered in my pains,
Shining ever so brightly,
I'm finally free.
Slipping away from it all,
I begin to wonder what awaits,
Fear bursts through my mind,
Desperation not to stall.
But I take the final plunge,
Sinking deep into my skin,
Not caring what awaits,
Missing my long-lost friend.
Struggling to stay strong,
My body flies back,
Wanting to hang on,
Knowing I don't have long.
My mind on a race,
Time flying by fast,
Making last-minute preparations,
Blood splashing onto my face.
What will she do?
Knowing it's all her fault,
Will she mourn over my death?
Or find someone new?
Never having me there,
How will my parents take it?
No final goodbye,
Only memories to share.
For a second, everything seems small,
No point in war,
No pain in my heart,
No reason to end it all.
But it's too late,
Not this time around,
It's now or never,
And I prefer now.
Not another day left,
Dreary eyes behold me,
I want to live freely,
But I'll die for the price.
As I clutch the knife weakly,
I place it on my heart,
I take a deep breath,
Live free or die-hard.
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