Grave Yard of Pains

Sitting in the dark all alone
Questioning rather to die or suffer
Rocking back and forth
Crying my heart out like a child

My wrists are so vulnerable
So easy to cut wide open
I wander if to do so or not
But taking that chance and not at all

I throw the blade from my hand
Throwing it at the wall
The blade finally stops at the threshold
Stopping it for once and for all

I stand up and walk towards it
Pick up the knife and run
I run to the back yard and bury it
Bury it forever more

In a graveyard of my pains.