Today's Suicide Attempt - Failure

Ready to die.
I pick up the knife
And swig a mouthful
Of my tasty liquid
Known as vodka.

I walk along the street.
I pass these people
Who have no names
But they don't see
What lies under the sleeve.

I turn the corner.
I reach the empty field
There I sit with my knife
Cutting carves in my thighs
Knowing I will die.

There, he stands before me.
The abuser of my past
The pain in my heart
He holds out a hand
To save me from the nightmare.

Takes me, cares me, loves me.
Wraps me in his coat
And guides me home
Telling me it's all ok.
Today's suicide attempt- failure