Bathroom accident

Sitting on the bathroom floor,
Leaning against the locked door,
I could be thinking for a while,
Before you see my secret smile.
Three guesses,
Thats what you get.
Try and guess what happens next.
I roll up my right sleeve,
Pushing it out the way,
I think its time to leave.
I pull out the knife,
The cold steel sliding against my skin.
So this is it,
What I have been waiting for,
Im ready,
The knife is here,
I will cry, not one more tear.
This is what I wanted,
The end is so near,
I can taste it,
But I feel relief,
Not a glimpse of fear.
So goodbye,
To anyone that happens to care,
When you realise,
Im no longer there.