Suicide

A life in the past,
With the present at stake,

My future won't last,
A life I can't make,

A blade for the wrists,
Syringe for the arm,

Self-conscience aside,
My body I'll harm,

An outcast by choice,
A loner with pride,

Emotions bottled up.
With nothing to hide,

A knife to my throat,
With full concentration,

Slides cross the skin,
With no hesitation.