Slits & Nooses

The saddest moment in the persona's history,
Has brought them into deep darkness.
Depression sessions show no true blessing,
As thoughts contemplate madness.

Lost in life with no flashlight,
Pitch black, dark blues, and grays.
A razor blade to the wrist with no remorse,
"Be happy" their friends would say...

But happy was definitely the furthest thought,
Pain and suffering killed it,
Tears flowing like waterfalls from the eyes,
The crier this night was not timid.

A shaggy room, with no comfort ability,
Rotted hardwood floors,
Peeling paint, musty smells,
Dusty supplies on the rise, and hole-filled-doors.

Slits... nooses... This was a place to die,
At the point of no return in deep sorrow.
So deep that help isn't even welcomed,
Love gets no requests to borrow...

The last thoughts of the family, friends and places,
Run through the mind of the suicidal.
Feeling as though they'd never get back up again,
They lie there as their cornea's get wider.

Slits... nooses... Which item will win their soul?
Giving up, quitting, letting go of all..
At one point they felt like a giant,
This night they felt real small...

Not thinking of who needs them,
Disregarding other opinion,
They make the hardest choice of all,
To cease among the living.

With one last act of courageous selfishness,
The user unleashes, unreal!
Choosing the noose to end it all,
Now there's no more... depressed feel.