The Last Word

Sounds are a faint whisper.
Happiness is a distant memory.
Sorrow has become the now.
Nothing gets through.
Pain is a close friend.
Peace is a dream.
Reality fades from existance.
Blood trickles down the arm.
Sleeping becomes a nightmare.
Tears become friends upon the face.
Razors look like unwanted friends in the end.
Just as the breath leaves,
Everything fades away.
Living becomes a painful chore.
No one can see the pain,
that lies behind the eyes.
The love that is felt becomes,
nothing but greif.
Guilt feels every inch of the soul.
Last thing that is uttered is the word of love.