Shortcut To Inevitability

I am broken, beyond repair.
Pray come death take me where
No more hurt, no more pain,
away from wounds I cannot bear.

Tears I cry, all day, all night,
but with luck, by morn' I might
dry these eyes just once more,
at last to see the end in sight.

A coward's end, a failure's life
with nothing left but this knife-
Put an end to the sorrow
With these cuts in flesh precise.

Feel cold steel, a welcome touch,
Twisting in, can't hurt much
Compared to wounds from the others
Sharpened blades lack their punch.

All will is gone; there's nothing left,
But to smile, draw one last breath,
Darkness comes, at last release,
From this dying, rotting flesh.

They think I'm crazy, but who can know?
For thirty years the pain grows!
Caught between two extremes,
Such relief to finally go.

Away from madness, absurd things
Idiots who live like kings
Tormented visions, thy name were life,
For now I know the peace death brings.

More death poetry from yours truly. This stuff just comes out when I feel like this, much like the other stuff comes out when I feel like that.

When the AABA rhyming scheme emerged, I originally thought, "oh, that's different, I wonder if it will work?" I still do. AABB seems a bit too whimsical for such a dark poem, but then I thought maybe the juxtaposition would work. Shrug... dunno... I could rework it as AABB, but it came out AABA.

Sure wish I felt better though.