My Suicide

Bloodied wrists again
Face etched in black
Newly formed tears are falling
Depression is coming back

Squeezing tightly on the sheets
Dont let the knife get to you
Screaming God help me please
Time to make the scars new

Crimson lines across my wrist
A drop of red falls to the ground
Trying hard to hold to life
No one down the hall heard a sound

Blood pours out
Leaving me faint
I look towards the ceiling
No air left in me to think

The light is drawn near
No more can I choke
The feelings that I had
Will never be spoke

My eyes are closed shut
My mouth no longer able to speak
My chest has stopped rising
My body no longer having heat

They finally take notice
When a day goes by
Lifeless body on the floor
Because I committed suicide