Sweet Relief

Everything is building up,

And becoming too much to bear.

I feel that I am drowning,

In my deep despair.

The surrounding walls,

Are closing in,

Drawing nearer with each moment,

The oxygen is waning.

I'm suffocating,

I can take it no longer.

I simply wish,

That my resolve was stronger.

So I take this knife,

And graze my skin,

I marvel at the coolness,

Of the blade.

It gleams brightly,

Illuminating the razor point.

It seems to raise of its own accord,


Then plunge downwards at an alarming rate.

Then I close my eyes,

And submit to blackness,

Delighting in the sweet relief.