#WritcoPoemPrompt2

In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
A prisoner in my mind, no matter how hard I fought.
After all these years, so scared to move on.
Knife to my wrist, can't take anymore.
I swiped my blade, and fell on the floor.
These memories I could no longer store.
I sat and watched.... as my blood pooled on the floor.
I never imagined this is how it would go.
Regrettably I trusted you, so completely.
As the record will surely show.
You were always out to defeat me.
I know in my heart....you never loved me at all.
I'll not be missed by anyone...especially you.
I'm starting to hear the spirits call.
I can see my skin is turning blue.
My heartbeat is fading inside my chest.
Still the only thing I could think of is you.
As I layed here and breathed my last breath.
The darkness in my eyes grew.
Then I started to rise up from the floor.
I was floating above my own flesh.
I thought to myself, "I guess I won't need that anymore".
Twas the happiest I'd been in years I must confess.
A life of sadness and sorrow, flashed before my eyes.
There was a woman I no longer recognized.
Right then I realized, it was a demon in disguise.
That ultimately brought me to my demise.
And this is where my story ends.
I thought she would always be....my best friend.
© James L. Babcock Jr.