Poetry

Alone

Silence. Forever quiet.

The only sound, my breath, and even that  is dying too.

I've screamed, but no one will hear.

A cry of pain, a pain so strong that it pushes me to the ground.

A silver in the darkness frightens me.

I take the object, and push it into my heart.

Feeling the warm blood spread through my hands.

I don't have feelings, but I feel a release. 

Life had no meaning. No purpose. 

I should die, unknown.

Alone.