Standing on a mountain,
nobody to hear me scream.
High above the clouds,
my head begins to spin.
Day turns into night,
coldness overcomes me.
I can't survive any longer,
just one step can end it all.
Trapped in a room,
alone with my pain.
My thoughts consume me,
dark, evil, no end in sight.
Will I ever be free?
I stare at the blade,
tightly clenched in my fist,
just one cut could end it all
Laying drunk on the floor,
trying to numb the pain,
grab a bottle from beside me,
wishing I could just forget.
Why is it so hard to find
some kind of painkiller for the mind?
Another bottle, then many more,
just one night would end it all |
Submission Name: Just One
