Vacant

I can just see it now, the blood drips down as I pull the knife from my arm.
I stab again in a different spot and watch the red entwine as it trickles down my skin.
Soulless eyes, dead as the fading sun.
There will be no more crying. Tears all dried out.
Chapped and swollen lips cease to quiver.
I was always alone and am sick of fighting.
My heart is all worn out.
I can't take anymore and so I'll end myself.