The never ending end

When there's no more hope and no more wishing.

When the tears have all gone away and your eyes begin to shrivel.

You'll pray to God that he takes your life yet he won't because he's selfish.

When there's no more flesh on your arm that has not been cut at.

When the blood from your veins finally decides to stop flowing, and just starts dripping.

Your heart will begin to slowly stop, but is on its last few beats.

That's when you begin to see a light, and you think its heaven.

But in reality it's a bright red light. A light that only comes from a fire truck.

Once again the ambulance has come to revive you after you think you've finally escaped.

Then the next morning you see a white room. Tiny in space, balloons to the right, stuffed bears to the left.

You think to yourself, "When will the cycle finally end?"

"When will they just let me die?"

"Why do they torture me by keeping me here?"

Its been 2 weeks and you're finally out of the hospital.

That first day back to school is always the same.

Everyone tip toes around you, or they avoid eye contact as if you were going to eat them with your eyes.

You've finally had it and you take extreme measures.

You'll make it so no one can revive you, so that you'll finally be gone.

One shot to the head is all it will take.

The gun is cold as you touch your scalp.

One pull of the trigger and your dead.

Your body collapses to the floor.

Your blood begins to pour out onto the floor.

Your hair is soaking up the red wine that seems to be seeping from your head.

Before your spirit ascends to the next life, you see your parents balling their eyes out and slipping in your blood.

As you go higher and higher into the clouds you realize that even though your life has ended....

You still feel all of the pain. Pain. Pain. And more pain.

Even in death you are still not free of the torture of living.

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