I lay in bed, weighted down by angst and doom,

The noise around me quiet, laughter unable to resume.

My ears hear no joy, my body immobile and still,

My posture not beckoning me to rise and fulfill.

I move through life with a smile, but lacking backbone,

My will violated, justice nowhere to be shown.

The perpetrator shows no remorse for the pain they caused,

Their thousand lies leaving me feeling lost and paused.

Life's hardships make me want to end it with a knife,

My steady wrists yearning for a line of red, to end this...