Sparkatale

I wish that it could all just end.

The monsters chasing me

Will never leave.

I try to run,

Stumbling,

Falling,

I can never get away.

If things remain

In this awful way,

Maybe life's just not worth

The living.

I can end it,

Once and for all.

With a knife in hand,

Just a tilt of the wrist

Is all it takes

To end this.