Sitting in my dark empty room.
Feeling the blade on my finger tip's.
Watching the slight move ments it
makes between my fingers.
Then suddenly feeling the slight
incision into my skin. Seeing the
blood glide down my arm and onto
the floor. Wishing to be
free and to be whole, no
longer broken.
There's a slight sting on
my otehr arm and now blood gushes
from both. I drop the blade on the
floor and lean against my wall.
Praying that i'll be fixed and
will never be broken again.
As I take my last breaths
the little bit of life that's
left in me slips away and i'm
put inot a dark and cold slumber.
