Escaping the harm

Alone he sits
In his room
Quiet and still
Envisioning his doom.

He has no-one to talk to
So nothing to say
But all he wants
Is to take it away.

Alone he sits
Quietly he stands
Getting closer
For the usual demand.

Insanity stays as
Sanity goes
Faster and faster
Making blood flow

Seeing new faces
Telling no lies
In this world
They welcome demise

Old pain goes as
New relief arrives.
If only he could,
If only he would

Then it will go
Be gone
The end.