A beautiful day
the sun shining high
the sky is crisp blue
the air is warm
time is ticking
passing me bye
thoughts racing
wanting to die
No one
all alone
picking up the blade
on my wrist
going deep
blood
everywhere
on and on
never stopping
lying there
motionless
without a sound
cold, dead, eyes closed
A never ending story
one will not know the end
until the end has come
so I lay there dead
and wait for the end.
