Final Prayer

I'm tired of the hurt, I'm tired of the pain,
I'm sick of all these memories that just won't go away.
They are there inside of me, buried deep within
This is what I think of as I slice into my skin.
Deeper now this time, so maybe I can reach
Everything inside that I no longer want to keep.
So I just keep digging til I see that crimson flood
But the memories and pain stay lost inside the blood.
My hands start to shake as I watch it slowly flow
I realize that peace of mind is something I won't know.
The darkness closes in as I lay me down to sleep
The silence growing louder than my hearts dimming beat.
A smile slowly spreads because I know I will not wake
And I say a final prayer that the Lord my soul will take.