My painful Secret

I have visions in my mind,
Of slitting my wrists,
And leaving this world behind,

They find a way to cloud my fate,
Over and over again each day,
Until it’s to late,

I feel the knife,
In my skin,
Relieving me of my days strife,

The pain then slowly fades away,
And is gone for the moment,
Even though it secretly stays.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on September 15th, 2004