Slowly dragging the stainless
Steel across my vein
Not even grimacing at
The intense amount of pain
Now watching as a puddle
Forms from the blood
A pool almost the color
Of a crimson rose bud
My vision is blurring,
My room starts to spin
And now fear has managed
To work its way in
Reaching for the phone
But my arms weigh a ton
Still I think that I can manage
A simple 9-1-1
With all of the blood
My hands are still dripping
I keep grabbing the phone
But it just keeps on slipping.
It's just too hard to keep
My eyes open anymore
So I let them drift shut
As I slump to the floor
I keep thinking how,
Though I didn't mean to,
I found out that that saying
Really is true
Dying from blood loss
Is like falling asleep
But I only meant
To cut less than skin deep
What's amazing is
The fact that I haven't cried
But nobody does during
An accidental suicide.
