Darkness creeps as silence fills the room
a single flame emits just enough light
sitting on your bed so white and soft
you pick up the small piece of paper
"for those that really care" you begin to write
pausing as you gaze at that one small flame
thinking how it will cease to exist just as you
making your mark at the bottom of the page
you take the blade that lay there beside you
slowly gliding it across your pure white skin
cringing from the pain a tear fall from your eye
droplets of scarlet blood make their way to your page
the room is so silent you can actually hear the dripping
gently laying yourself down you begin to feel weak
growing wearier you say a sinners prayer
dimmer the light becomes as your eyes get heavier
fearing death no more for the pain is gone
the bleeding has stopped, the flame has ceased and
...................................you have passed
