My suicide storey

The knife falls soundlessly
To the hard wood ground.
The pain crashes over her wrists
As the blood begins to flow

The ground grows closer
As she begins to fall
She writhes on the hard wood floor,
Cluching at the wall

Her hands grab blindly
And tears at her skin
She prays silently
For forgiveness of her sin.

As blood drains silently
Staining all it touches red
Her body quakes and begins to numb
As her life is put to bed

Soul draining from her
She slowly closes her eyes
And with one last gasping breath
Her flame flickers and dies