I sit on my bed
Sappy music in the back
To imagine what I want to do
Just seems so whack
The pointy sharp object
On the opposite of me
Awaits for my grasp
It stares at me blindly
All the rage
I’ve kept inside
Has made me weaker
I want to die
I hesitate for a moment
I don’t know where to begin
If I happened to die
Will god forgive my sin?
I look in the mirror
Mascara running down my face
I grab my life slowly
In a steady pace
I take the object
I draw it near
The sinful hurt
Is all I fear
I took a piece of paper
I ran the object through
It cut through it like nothing
Telling me
The blade was never used
Turning up the volume
So no one hears my cry
In my room they won’t know
I’m sadly going to die
I slice through my skin
At first I didn’t notice at all
A few more slices were needed
Till I made that fall
No more dripping
Just constant rush
In a few seconds
I felt all flush
The liquid seems
To just flow on out
It hurts like crazy
Without a doubt
My head is spinning
Round and round
I lie there bleeding
Hoping to be found
On my bed
I lay speechless with my mouth ajar
I don’t recall me in life
Getting really far
With all the pain I’m feeling
My body is completely numb
Realizing I’m dying
I feel so dumb
With every move I make
A sore would appear
And it hurts even more
With I shed a tear
The stinging sensation
That rings my body up
I’m glad it’s all coming to an end
My life was so corrupt
With the blade near my chest
I bid my last goodbye
And with my last breath
I let out a sigh….
