I seem to be slipping away from life, putting myself farther and farther away from those I love. Falling into darkness with no light of hope and no one to help me out. As I sit here and cry, my pain hurts deeper and things get darker. The darkness grows with each day that goes by. the pain cuts deeper every time you walk by. The darkness will soon engulf me, But I don't seem to notice or care. As I sit here, I'm thinking of you. And the pain is so deep and the darkness so near. I can hardly stand it and I can barely restrain myself. The blade is so near and the urge is so strong. I say I must fight but I know I won't last long. And then I give-in and I slowly pick it up. Raising it cautiously up to my wrist. The urge is nearly unbearable and I can no longer restrain myself. I've lost all hope and all reasons not to let go. So, I slowly drag the blade across my skin cutting it so easily as if it were made of paper. The blood starts to come and my tears start to grow. I get sadder as I wait for everything to end. The darkness is nearly upon me now its so close I can hardly breathe. My sobs start getting quieter and my breathing slower.Now everything is quiet, the only sounds I hear are the whispers of my head saying " you've done it" and the whispers of my heart saying "look what you've done" A few moments past...the whispers fade until even they have died out. And as I'm slipping away and letting myself go into the darkness I think of you.
