Perfect Night

Outside, the cold wind blows
Oh, what a perfect night
Could tonight finally be the one
The one where I commit suicide?

The girl in the mirror is a stranger
My vision is blurred by tears
I look at my reflection once more
Then I grab the blade I keep so near

If I go through with it
What will happen tomorrow?
I can hear my parents' screams when they see
My scarred and bleeding body
And their cries filled with sorrow

Soon the news will reach my friends
I wonder what their reactions would be
Some might be shocked, upset
Then they'll go back to being happy

Because who would actually care?
I wasn't special to anyone
Just walking, talking pollution
Who would smile and laugh along with everyone

These are things I think about
As I sit, cut... then bleed
But as the blood drips and tears fall, so does the razor
And I wonder, "Isn't this what I need to do?"

I lie down, a cloth placed on my wrist
And I hear the wind blow outside
I realize I couldn't but why?
Easily, my life could have been put aside

Why didn't I go just a little deeper?
The thought echoes as I continue to cry
It would have been so simple
Because tonight was the perfect night
To commit suicide... and die

©® August 2005
Ciermae B.