The pain I feel inside <br />Is hurting me too much, <br />I’m going to have to get the blade <br />And feel its red hot touch. <br />As it slices through my wrist <br />The crimson blood will run, <br />The doors to Hell will be opened for me <br />The torture’s just begun. <br />There’s a pool of blood upon the floor <br />And a gleaming knife by my side, <br />Chalk drawn around the spot <br />Where upon I died. <br />Mourners around a coffin <br />All of them dressed in black and crying, <br />But with each tear they shed <br />I know that they are lying. <br />They’re the ones that drove me to death <br />It’s their fault, but they do not know it, <br />The only thing left to do now <br />Is put me in a six-foot pit. <br />I’ll be in dark and all alone <br />I’ll be forgotten forever, <br />These people will go on with their lives <br />Will they bother to visit me? Never.<br /><br />Fernando Alvarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-to-suicide/
