U drop the knife.
Blood dripping.
U feel Ur life slipping.
A tear rolls down Ur cheek because u were ready to leave,
But now, Ur eyes just wanna leek.
Ur life passes through Ur eyes.
U try to stand,
But u can't
U fall to the floor.
U leave yourself.
U look back.
All alone, peaceful, and the only
Thing that really cared about u was
The pool of blood dripping from Ur
Wrists,
But the knife was so
Tempting.
