The once happy times have vanished

Now only depression remains in its stead.

The smiles have faded

Now only anger flares, the color red.

The hugs are no longer there to comfort

Now only cold shoulders remain

The kind words are now absent

Now all that remains is pain.

Can’t hang on any longer
Been blown over the edge
Use to paint in colors
Now everything’s soaked in red

Canvas litters the floor
The curtains stand torn
Into the broken mirror I look blankly
Cursing the day I was born

I hate this passionless feeling
The absence of hope inside
Razorblade to wrist
It’s a good day to die…