No more

I am surrounded by friends,
Yet somehow lost and alone,
But soon, so soon, it will end.
The cold chills me to the bone.

Thank you for being there,
Your gentle smiles and kind eyes,
I draw a deep breath of cold air.
I am done with the lies.

My strength is failing, it's hard to stand.
I grow weak and slump to the floor.
Please take this cold blade from my hand,
and don't let me use it no more.

My vision slowly fades, I smile,
and draw my final breath.
I thank you for staying, even just a while,
as I fall into the arms of death.