I stumble towards the blade,
Tears streaming down my face,
It’s a question that needs an answer,
And must put me in my place.
I feel so lost and helpless,
My blade; my only friend,
I once thought that life was easy,
And again, now it’s at the end.
My eyes are red from crying,
My skin pale, in fright,
That I might not live to see tomorrow,
I hope I die tonight.
I’m lying in a pool of my depression,
Coloured red and seeping from my skin,
My past has come back to haunt me,
It doubles the pain that I am in.
Another quick slash across my wrist,
I’ve found a steady flow,
Blood has stained my body,
I’m dying… But it’s slow.
I feel death consume me,
My body now weak, and still,
My heart shuts down from this world,
Exiting shoes too big for me to fill.
