Relief

relief

thoughts of: Brokenwords 13-Dec-18

I allow people to get the best of me.

treated as a fool.

I ask myself, 'how can this be?'

tossed aside like a tool.

left torn and broken.

sometimes I feel like letting go.

leaving so many thoughts unspoken.

hard to let everything flow.

i feel like bowing to the darkness.

seems to be the only thing real.

thrown away by the heartless.

my brain doesn't know how to deal.

I'm stuck in a state of decay.

I just want to disappear.

I'm trapped in a looping delay.

left bloody from the spear.

on the surface i appear calm.

deep inside i want to die.

blade clutched in my palm.

i don't let out a cry.

blood escapes the slice.

it brings on such relief.

this feeling is beyond nice.

the sweet release from grief.

lying here watching the blood flow.

i begin to wonder silently

'is it time to go?'

'i feel relief, finally!'

a feeling of peace fills me.

damn, what bliss!

more refreshing than ice tea.

sweeter than any kiss.

no more pain or frustration.

an overwhelming peace.

it's a time for relaxation.

i feel everything cease.

the bathtub changes in shade.

it's a deep red.

i feel my self fading.

i hope soon I'll be dead.

i feel it wash over me

as i close my eyes.

gotta let it be.

last thing to do is say.....................