Passed by a Blade

paused one moment to look to life.
But it all ended, when I grabbed the knife.

It sat there so diligently urging me to die.
I never knew these blades of steel could urge Someone like I.

I told the knife i wont give in , I wouldn't cut these wrists.
But with swiftly thoughts I grabbed the knife and made my way with twists.

Digging, stabbing, I cut right through, and bled onto the floor. My life had changed and forever was lost i would see my lord no more.

I made my approach as death went passed, and life before me flew.

Memories, thoughts, events that left I didn't know what I'd do.

My soul was gone and it was too late to change, is this the end of life? I paused one moment and looked again, why did i grab the knife?

Such an innocent object, I never knew, it could take so many lives.
I silently cried in my own flesh in blood as the tears flowed from my eyes.

Waiting in darkness my reasons were scarred for the fact of what i did.
Suicide is the worst of choices but it was something that possessed me dead.

Although life was bad and depression was full, I didn't think before. When I grabbed the knife and bled to death as i fell toward the floor.

Such pain to cause but i did not think, was this all meant to be?
Dying there with bleeding wrists, it was so hard to see.