Slit my wrists

Alone I lay in the dark,
Never to speak whats on my heart,
Cold and dead my body lies,
pale white skin and bleeding blue eyes,
A rose once red is now black,
it died when it saw my soul flicker out.

Alone in the dark I try to scream,
but im silenced.
I try to stand up and make it to the knife across my room,
so i can open up my scared wound.
Stiches down my arm and across my legs
they still talk to me anyway...

Picking up the knife i jabb it into my arms on my vaines i slowly run and jump out in hope...
now bleeding and half way to the ground,
broken glass follow my body, out the window and into the sament I hit and suddenly there is no sound, just one last beet and pound of my heart
closed eyes i fall asleep....

...never to awake again