**finally**

As I sit there, 

a tear trickles down my cheek, 

I think of the life I’ve lived, 

the torment I’ve endured, 

the pain I’ve felt creep over me, 

the love I’ve never felt, 

the hope that seemed impossible to feel; 

where was my reason to live? 

I look down at the shiny blade in my hand. 

my release. 

I press the cold metal hard onto my waiting skin, 

I tingle with joy as I start to feel faint, 

I look down to see a pool of blood around me, 

I smile as I watch my life drain away, 

finally happy, 

finally I close my eyes, 

and finally, 

let death take away my brokensoul.