Beautiful Suicide

Beautiful Suicide

Painted tears, and mascara chokes,
Blocked out the noise of all my hopes.

Knifes and blood,
Red with delight,
On the floor,
Committing suicide.

Filled with darkness, remorse and sadness,
I scramble on the floor,
Screaming in madness.

Crying to myself into the night,
I beg for mercy and for light.

On my back, drenched in blood,
The mirror is broken,
So it will hurt.

Holding it up for me to see,
I say to myself "how pretty".

Then I fill with rage and fire,
Taking the mirror and cutting higher.

Blood flows out, quicker than before,
Chocking and gurgling, asking for more.

Darkness comes to my joy,
Go faster I plead
I want more!

Pulling at my hair, the long golden mane,
I cry out in agony.
So much pain!

Lashes wet with tears and blood,
My lips are the same,
Wanting of love.

Weird, yes it seems
So beautiful I am,
But beauty is a curse,
From which I understand.

Final it comes, no more pain anymore,
I stretch out on the floor.

Yes, this feels good, just so right.
Close my eyes and smile.

What a beautiful Suicide.