Thoughts swirl through my head
As my stomach fills with guilt.
A tear trickling from my eye
As my hand grasps the knife.
My blood shining so red
As it drips onto the quilt.
Not a willing soul to die
Not a soul deserving of life.
The blade slices through my skin
The pain released from my mind.
Not a care of this mortal sin
of this, everyone is blind.
Again the mini-sword near my many scars
Slashes not once, not twice, but three times.
Blood begins to pour from my wrist
Releasing my soul into reality.
My body floating into the stars
This is the end of my time
and its ended with a twist.
