P.S.

A Poem by Johnny Blade

I want to kill, I want to die, it's far too late for me to try, the emptiness is no one's fault but my mine. When I tried to take my life, I saw disappointment in their eyes, the fact that I had failed to die left us all alone inside. I've tried everything that I can do, just to learn to make it through, meditating to unlock my mind, medicating to feel numb inside, I feel like I have f*****g died, yet I'm trapped here in this Hell. Psychosis is my only friend, the relationship that just won't end, until we die as one. A voice tells me to take my life, X marks the spot, death's in sight, I'll grind the blade from left to right, then lick the blood off of the knife.