HAPPINESS TORN INTO SUICIDE

written on paper, shredded in pain,

tears streaming down the pillow when no one's around to see.

Attempts at suicide with a barrage of negative thoughts,

Broken memories that I wish I could reassemble.

A razor that values who I am as I am,

kissed my skin before leaving me with temporary happiness.

I had a feeling that my nightmares were coming to life because of hallucinatory visuals.

Scars on my thighs and arms, wishing I was dead.

Repeatedly restless nights and broken dreams.

I wish the arguments would stop being so loud for a change.

Cold-eyed, muddled minds.

Slain hearts with stitches trying to hold them back together.

A suicide note that has not yet been read,

under the bed, unnoticed.

As I dive into the ocean, see as I perish.