Falling Apart Poem by Paul Christopher Robertson

I’ve fell apart some many times
That I don’t think I can be put back together any more
I’ve finally lost the last reason
Not to say good bye to all I’ve known
Not to put the knife it’s not supposed to go
It’s a shame I’ll have to shave to make sure the knife cuts me clean
It’s a dark victory this what I’ve wanted for so long now it’s finally here
I’m ashamed to say I’m crying a single tear as the fear draws near
I’m not sure if I can go through with it but what am I saving myself for
No one cares any more be more concerned with me staining there floor with my blood
Such a pretty day I couldn’t have picked a better one to take my life
Grip the knife tighter and tighter but I can’t say good bye
I still won’t to hold on even if it is to false
I just need someone to wake me up from this never ending nightmare
Please don’t leave me sleeping I’ll just keep weeping
I’m so cold I don’t to die alone as I fear I will if I hold on
I can’t see the point I might as well do it now
Before end up old and alone at least now I’ve got my youth
Or do I, I was forced to grow up so fast that the past is a blur apart from you
This time I really don’t think I’m going to be put back together