Detached, a poem of random feelings

So loved yet so alone, Want to detach myself from this life, Happiness surrounds me, To share the joy a face created A mask that none will recognize. A spirit they all take for granted, Slowly drifting, separating, Situation stressful, want to end it all, Metal blade across the wrist, The only thing that now exists, Emotional torment released, Physical pain overrides, Not this time, No blood appears, Getting deeper, Cover the marks like the …

…coloured birds take them away, My ravens and I, We stay in the dead plains. Shadow follows me. The dark center of a colourful world. The blade returns for the last time, Light reflects the silver metal. Pressing on pink flesh. The pain is intense, So relieving, Emotions of jealousy fade More red on my skirt, The red does not stop. Not this time, Ravens surround me, I can hear their wings, I am gone.