By: Marcus J. King
I care not to know
I care not to guess
I care not live anymore.
Only I can take my soul away from here
In this moment, in this time-frame.
Water drips over me,
As I hold a sharp stainless steel in my right hand
Hand over my face in the left
Crippled and broken in my desire to live
As I Iay here….silent….and motionless
Not caring what others tend to think of me
Because only you, used to matter
You don’t want me so…
Let me make the situation easy for you,
I should take my life away from this ungrateful world
This world that has done nothing but bring me hardship
I can only kill my spirit and allow it to pass away
God can’t even help, what I want to do to myself
You can’t even help me because you don’t care
My family and friends can’t do anything because they don’t care
My spirit should die.
I am a waste of space to those around me
Cut, cut, cut!
When I bleed out,
Don’t care for me or call 911,
I rather lay here, in a pool of blood
Then to allow you to care for me
In my dying hour…