Waiting

I sit in this room and

Wait

To die.

I let my tears fall releasing my

Pain.

I wait for

Insanity

To finally make its claim.

Why

Must this happen to me?

What

Did I do to deserve this?

Why

Must I be able to feel?

Blood

On my hands, not yet dry.

Death

Of the ones I loved most.

My daughter.

My wife.

The only people who

Mattered.

And it is all my

Fault.

I am the one who

Killed them.

With a flash of

Rage.

I slit their throats.

I spilled their

Blood.

And now I will watch

Mine.

I'm back! I just started school and I have been busy readjusting to life of school. Let me know how this new style turned out. It was mentioned to me, though I don't remember what it was called, and I decided to try it.