Deathbed

You still try,
Still try.
Pain you feel.
No one cares.
No one understood why you did so.
Those warnings,
Redundant.
Screams from those who care,
telling you to stop,
but you hear nothing.
That blade,
rusty it was.
Against your wrist.
No one can stop you now.
Not even those cries,
Those countless cries of warning.
A ticket to your deathbed, hell.
For you, a ticket to your escape, heaven.
May fate lead you,
to a stairway of your "paradise",
or a stairway to death.
You won't know,
till you realize,
it's too late.