The End.

The blades they sing,
A sweet song to me,
About how death shall take its path,
And I will soon see,

As blood gets shed,
Almost everyday,
It’s hard to imagine,
The next words I’ll say,

For soon I may take my life,
The reasons so unclear,
My eyes begin to close,
I no longer fear,

Hurt and hatred,
Seem to be my life,
All up my arms,
Scarred by a knife,

There’s not enough words,
To describe this feeling inside,
For it is indescribable,
As the thoughts of the mind,

Death is all I write about,
Has been for a while,
I can't even remember,
The last time I smiled,

A source of harm,
Is what I choose,
I know its wrong but,
It doesn't matter because I’ll always loose,

I love my mates,
And my fabulous boyfriend,
But it’s just not enough,
To keep me from the end.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on March 6th, 2005