Cuts

Cut wide, cut deep

Into the rug will seep

My blood.

No hope, regrets.

I can’t ever forget

The pain.

Life ebbs away.

Death has become my way

To peace.

Alcohol haze

Numbing my last few days

 Limbo.

Nonentity

Is my reality.

I’ve failed.

I don’t exist

I’ve slit open my wrists

And died.