I see the knife
I wonder should I should I
I pick the blade up slowly looking how shiny and Sharpe it really is
Thinking I should just die right now why go though this pain and suffering .
I pull the blade to my wrist, again another night another slash
A quick slash is fine feels so good
Indescribable feeling when I place the blade on my wrist
the coldness dampens in to my skin as I slash a cross as fast as I can
I do the rest so fast
As i watch the pool of blood drip, drip down my arm
I feel nothing but relief.
Im done.
Im just sitting here now looking at my life
wondering why am I still here?
