Death's Grip.

I'm in a war with myself, suicide is my happy ever after. And with Death's Grip in hand, I know 'll get there.

I say I'm fine,
because thats the only believable lie, 
that I can tell myself.
My mind is split in two,
just like my broken heart.
Good VS. Evil,
a tug of war.
A war between Good and Bad.
But, when does it stop?
When does the arguing in my mind stop?


I feel myself, my sanity falling each,
and every day that passes.
And I'm scared of what's to come.
Only because I know that I'd enjoy my death,
as it'd end the war in my head.
It would end my pain and suffering,
My insanity, and loneliness.


And honestly,
I dont care if anyone doesn't catch me when I fall.
Because I know that while I'm falling,
and Crashing,
that this is it. This is my Happy Every After.
This is my ending,
this is my war, the one that I've taken sides,
and ended.


I went with the negativity,
the bad side,
only because in my sick mind,
Death was calling my name in it's sweet,sweet voice.
And with its guiding hand,
I fell.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed it :)