Suicide

Feast your eyes
Upon yor pus.
Revel with it.
Jump... you did it!

Now what?
Where's your thought?
Where's your dream?
What did you mean?

Now the grave
Is all you have.
There's also grief
And no relief.

I hate myself -
I ain't make you safe.
I hate them -
They did the same.

That's all I can do.
Where are you?
I wanna live.
Hope you forgive...