My Last Poem

Pick up the blade and cut one last time
So sick of waiting for the so called sign
No one will save me so I'm done waiting
The issue of suicide I'm done debating

Pick up the blade and add one more scar
To my already bloody and mangled arm
Watch the blood fall as my sight starts to fade
To rest in a coffin where i have been laid

Just wait till someone finds me
Just wait till they all finally see
My mangled body with a blade in my hand
My soul finally made it to a better land

Pick up the blade just once more
Cut real deep and watch the blood pour
Describe my death into a poem
Sick of being empty and so alone

Leave the poem in a place
Where everyone can read about my disgrace
Leave it somewhere for everyone to find
To read my thoughts straight from my mind

Tomorrow when they see it it'll be to late
I'll have already met my bloody fate
My poem describing my own death
The poem i wrote with my last breath

Call the grim reaper and tell him I'm gone
Tell him to find me and sing his death song
When you read this it will be to late
This is my last poem and i met my fate