Final Solution...

Writing,
drawing,
cutting,
worse.
Why can't nothing
fit this course?
Why is all
and more
and most
still the same
and still the worst?
Still the cold
and brutal pain
cutting,
cursing,
clawing veins.
G-d can't help,
and no one else
has the strength
to fix this mess.
Falling freely
far below
for the last time.
Fitting flow.
Ashes raise
and hurry on.
Oh why couldn't
I be done?