Sweet Relief

Everything is building up,

And becoming too much to bear.

I feel that I am drowning,

In my deep despair.

The surrounding walls,

Are closing in,

Drawing nearer with each moment,

The oxygen is waning.

I'm suffocating,

I can take it no longer.

I simply wish,

That my resolve was stronger.

So I take this knife,

And graze my skin,

I marvel at the coolness,

Of the blade.

It gleams brightly,

Illuminating the razor point.

It seems to raise of its own accord,

Slowly,

Then plunge downwards at an alarming rate.

Then I close my eyes,

And submit to blackness,

Delighting in the sweet relief.