Better path

It's a poem I wrote when I was down. I DO NOT support cutting yourself or harming yourself

        Roses are blue.

Violets are red.

All I see is darkness.

Now I'm dead.



      Don't delve.

Just leave. 

I see now.

I'm extraordinary.



      I ponder on my past.

It never last.

To be free.

Of this misery.



      My macabre ways.

They will always stay.

I'm now vacillating.

If I'll ever be absolved.



      I guess I'll stay.

And find another way.

To subside the pain.