Sweet Sorrow

I miss the bliss of daybreak just before the pain of heartbreak.
I fell to temptation and now my addiction brings me to my knees.
I drowned in my screams and no one heard my silent pleas.
When you have no reason to say no, why not say yes?
When I have no reason to live, why not end it with a blades' caress?
Writing isn't always as great of a release as self infliction.
Sleep just isn't always enough of a reprieve as death.
I doubt anyone can empathize with my deep affliction.
To breathe used to be agonizing but not this last sighing breath.