BY SJ
Your dead body in your casket,
Cold,white and lifeless.
Your still body lying there.
The blood that dried on your shirt.
It reminds me of the night I found you.
Still and free,
Led on the cold floor with a knife thru your chest.
If only I had listened,
Tried to understand.
But as usual I had stuff on my mind,
Like my own death, and how it would all end!
How I'd finally get away from all my pain.
I look at your cold dead body,
So lifeless,so cold, so painless, so calm, so innocent,
I realise what I have to do!
I take the knife from my bag.
The one on which you died!
I take one last painful breath,
I plunge the knife into my heart.
My cold, stupid, hurting heart.
I look down see the blood drip onto my hands,
Onto you.
I fall and cry out.
No longer any pain,
Any upset,
Any torture.
Good bye cruel, cruel world!
I yelp,
I watch my life flash before my eyes,
Then I'm dead,
Away from all the torture and pain,
I lay dead on the floor,
NO more nightmares, no more pain
IM DEAD