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My Suicide


Gala Ruiz Maldonado

tired, confused, I don't know where everything is going
happiness is only an illusion... as it seems in my eyes
my place of darkness is growing and growing
and it is fighting against my natural pleasantries
my tears continue to drip as I make no sound
for lately I can feel nothing, my heart is numb
this heart is beating without a rhythm
my mind is empty, soul is lost
these eyes are blinded, there is nothing I wish to see
my body, it is lifeless
I feel as if I am protruding out of this masquerading shell
feelings trapped for far too long
fingers... they are limber and unable
but I have the power to grasp this gleaming blade
it is for this one last time
as I will be here no more

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