Till Deaht Do Us Part, and Then Some

I swallow these pills,

A soulless stigmata.

But whatever helps,

To fill the hollow in my soul.

I slit these wrists,

A bleeding euphoria.

Enough to bring a smile,

No matter how weak.

I watch the blood fall,

Painting white tile.

But I'm somewhere else,

While myself, I defile.

I lay down to rest.

Oh please my love don't cry,

For you know as well as I,

That my wish was to die.

Please don't leave me,

No matter how far away I am.

For I need thee,

Though in death, I still need a holding hand.