No Pain.

The object in front of me.
Blinking towards it.
I see myself.
As people see me.
But it's me.

You came into my life.
Gave me everything.
Yet you took it.
You took it all away.
From me.

Our past.
Our present.
Our future.
Gone.
Just like that.

The music playing.
Soft yet alluring.
Sitting on my bed.
I'm writing.
As a tear droplet falls.

Wiping my face.
I reach for the shiny object.
The familiar feeling.
Creeps along my spine.
As I hold it firmly.

Drawing out a breath.
I drag across.
Till I feel no more pain.
Till I feel the urge.
Dragging deeper and deeper.

The red ooze.
Feels good.
Soon, I feel.
Like I'm passing a race.
I feel no pain.