Forever Dark Slumber

The world is against me.
I have given up trying to fight back.
The only thing left I can do,
is wait for this life to take me.

The breath that passes my teeth remains as cold as ice,
and the only warmth that I feel is that of the tears that roll down my face.

There is no point in going on,
as nothing seems to be getting better;
though it could not have gotten any worse.

I look down at the ground with a slight grin,
chills travel down my spine.
I close my eyes.

Dark and full of evil is the blade that I press to my skin.
I open up my empty scars,
only to feel the blood leave them, once again.

These wounds are deep,
but not nearly as deep as the ones in my mind.

I fall to the ground,
and I lay quietly in my own pool of blood,
taking my final breath;

because the world was against me...