In the kitchen
putting way dishes,
i come across a knife,
I'm curious so i run my finger over the blade
to see how sharp it is and
i slice my finger.
the blood starts dripping,
running down my hand.
such a deep red,
full of pain and hurt.
i begin to smile as i pretend that the blood
escaping my finger is all the pain and suffering
that Ive felt.
i want all the pain gone
so i cut some more
i keep cutting till I'm covered in blood.
one last time i run the knife over my throat
i fall to the floor all the suffering escaping.
one last image pops in to my head as i fall into the unknown
i see you and i know ill be OK.
