#WritcoPoemPrompt24

Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold...
Truths become lies,
young becomes old,
the laughter, the cries,
the weak, the bold...
The years pass by,
I slowly go insane.
I would rather die,
than live with this pain.
This is no kind of life,
nothing to Gain.
So I sharpen this knife,
in hopes it reaches the vein.
It goes deeper than ever before,
the smell of blood permiates the air.
My eyes go blank, as I fall on the floor,
It's not like she will even care.
my heart slows down,
there is barely a beat.
My face...