Dieing

I lay on my bed
Thoughts of my life run
through my head.
I start crying
and realize I've slowly been dieing.
So I grab my blade
I put it to my wrist
and slowly drive it down
On my face there is a frown.
I watch the blood pour from me.
This is how it was meant to be.
Me,dead.
I can no longer hold on by one thread.
No more tears can I shed.
Now I end it.
End the saddness,anger,pain.
I shall no longer live this life in vain.
I've lived this life with no hope.
Never knew how to cope.
I look back at my wrists.
I begin to cry worse.
I know that this act cannot be reversed.
I cry as I die.
Thinking of the pain,the hurt.
I let out a silent scream.
Then I think "Maybe it's just a dream."
I look back at me wrist.
Then realize it's not.
Then my world fades to black.
My life lost it's track.
As I die,I hear someone call my name.
A voice that to me it came.
I feel some one lift me up.
In the black world I am stuck.
I'm put into a big white truck.
Then I fell my heart stop.
It's done
I'm gone
It's ended.