Suicide's The Easy Part

Jump . . .

Standing on the roof,
wind blowing through my hair,
cool and chilling.

As I stand there crying,
my tears fall to the earth
to the people watching.

Swaying back and forth,
every time I threaten to jump
and fall,
fall down to earth,
I hear nothing
not even a gasp.

Will anyone care . . . ?

Drown . . .

In a bath tub,
the water around me,
warn and calm.

I lay back
tears stream down my face,
and mix with the water.

Sinking slowly,
with racing thoughts,
my heart beating fast,
I can hear it in my head
pounding,
hard and fast.

Will anyone care . . . ?

Bleed . . .

Sitting on a white rug,
razor blade in my hand,
and a defining silence.

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
the tears I cry, fall, and mix with the scarlet wine,
the sent of blood fills the room.
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding,
blood covers the white rug
and the smell sings to me,
sings and calls my name,
Brittney, it whispers,
Brittney, it screams.

Will anyone care . . . ?

I lay cold and still
on the sidewalk,
no expression on my face,
my body laying in a puddle of blood.

I'm floating in the tub,
eyes closed
and body limp.

Laying on the stained rug,
razor blade in my hand,
eyes wide open,
and blood dripping from my lips.