The Last Time.

** For A Contest **
** We were given a title and an issue. I chose this title and the issue of Suicide **

I have no reason to live,
Why do I stay?
This is time to end my life,
So with this blade,
I thee cut,
Cut through my skin.
Never to see the new day.

Why didn't I cut deep enough?
Why did they have to save me?
So again, I try to end my life.
With this rope, I will hang.
Swinging from side to side,
And will leave this life,
Once again.

I wasn't successful this time, was I?
What's the point in writing this rhyme?
When all I want to do is die?
I have no reason to live,
So I end it with this...

That night he lay to sleep,
Wishing and hoping to die,
For the very last time.
So he closed his eyes,
And his wish was granted.
He died...