Miss Suicide

A bleeding heart,

beating, drumming 

dancing to the flow.

And I try to hide, 

with a silent scream.

And I try to run,

with a broken mind.

You are the hurt,

the noose 'round my neck.

You are the knife,

the scar that never heals.

And I fantasize, 

One last time.

No words to utter,

Six deep under...

My minds made up.

There's no other choice,

and I choose to be free.

For once, not using my voice.

I really do try, but I am afraid

to ruin your life and mine...