My eyes began to sting;

I didn’t quite know why

I felt I needed to weep,

For I hadn’t in a while

I tried to think of something sad,

But no memories came to pass.

I tried to make a sad thing happen,

I was unsuccessful in that.

So at last I took a blade,

And put it to my wrist.

I watched the blade slice through my vein,

And the blood it spilled like bliss.

At last the tears came to my eyes,

And my eyes they felt relieved

As they watched my shimmered past

And to darkness I did leave.

Before I took my last breath,

I squeezed a smile on my face

And became eternally happy

For t’was death I did seek.