Poem:You are crowned

Your hungry?
So turn to your wrists.
Go to you r room this is anything but bliss.
Turn the CD player on, get in the mood.
Your home alone,
is this the last kiss?

You chose not to fight.
Your addicted to the night.
You pull out the knife.
You want to end this life.

Drag the blade across your wrists,
its not enough, you clench your fists.
Up to the throat without a flinch,
Can you end what you can't comprehend?

You stopped at first
but you've done the worst.
Your body falls leaving a curse.

No gun just a knife.
You've found how to end this life.
Blood trails down.
You've finally found
as your head begins to pound.
You are crowned.
Dead.