The knife feels good within my grasp
as i plan this final task
taking away the pain
with this blade,
i will win this final battle today
i lock the bedroom door,
and sit down on the hardwood floor
sobbing, my hands are trembling
as i bring the blade to its destination,
slowly the blade moves across my wrist
my hand balled up into a fist
tiny beads of crimson appear,
as they mix with my falling tears
as i switch wrists, the blood begins to pour
and then i wait for the pain to subside
now, i slide the soaking red blade
across my other wrist, and the pain goes away
now,with this cutting edge,
i gasp
the battle is won,
i have completed my final task.
