Author's Note: Do not read if you are easily upset. I wrote this poem a long time ago when I was going through a very dark and lonely period in my life. I no longer feel this way about my life, or myself.

I'm drowning in the agony of this Hell called life
My soul is intoxicated by the pain and strife
How much blood must I spill to drain the sorrow?
If only I'd wake up and be dead tomorrow

Doctors force medication down my throat
It's supposed to kill the pain, but I'm only more remote
How many would I have to swallow to end my life?
Or instead should I slit my wrists open with this knife?

Each meaningless minute is a countdown to decease
Slaughter my body, so I can finally be at peace
This evil spirit within me is plotting my destruction
Too tired to struggle, I'll give into the seduction…