A knife to solve his problems
A knife to cause his ending
A knife to grant his “family’s†wishes
A knife to grant his own
He slid the knife into his pocket
Walked back to his school
Locked himself in the boys toilets
Finally he was doing the right thing,
No longer being an insane fool.
Brought the knife up
Holding it in the moonlight that streamed in through the small window
He watched the wall intently as the bright reflections danced around in a weird fashion
Then he brought it to his bare wrist,
And drew it deep and slow.
He could see the blood appearing out of his white skin
From the one, long, clean slit he was told was a sin
It reminded him of an over flowing river,
With the feeling just as refreshing.
How this could be wrong he did not know,
As far as he could see,
This was the smartest thing he’d ever done,
As far as he could see,
This was all he could ever be.
Though there was blood everywhere now,
He still could not feel any agony,
Wait,
Slowly,
A burning sensation was rising up.
Until blackness began to interrupt.
