Chossen death

I see myself in the bathroom
holding tightly on to a knife
this is what I'll use
to end this excuse of a life

i make a large cut
and the blood starts to seep
but i don't feel the pain
i don't utter a peep

i slit the other wrist
and the blood starts to form
i think of all the times
I'd wished I'd never been born

i stop and i think
of my few friends at school
by now my blood
has formed a small pool

i think of my mom
and i think of my dad
suddenly i realize
my life isn't that bad

i see what I've done
my face shows a frown
i let out a small cry
as i fall to the ground

"why did i do this
i don't want to die
i will live
death will pass me by"

i close my eyes
and take one last breath
to late to change my choice
because i chose death