My Suicide

I'm standing in the darkness,clutching a knife in my hand.
asking my self why, no one could ever understand.

should i take the knife to my wrist, or should i shove it through my heart.
either way I'd suffer, so at my wrist i start.

i watch as blood drips down my arm, and runs onto the floor.
i scream as tears come pouring down, as now I'm wanting more.

deeper and deeper, into my skin it cuts.
the knife so sharp and bloody, head filled with suffocated thoughts.

i push the knife in deeper, into my wrist it rips.
more blood comes pouring out, flowing to my fingertips.

so much blood I'm getting scared, the end is coming near.
i let out a piercing scream that i know no one will hear.

again i start cutting, up and down my arm.
then a knock on my door, i look up in alarm.

i feel so very weak, as i drop onto the floor.
I'm crawling toward my death, i cant take it anymore.

the last thing i see, is my blood as it begins to flow.
as i hear a distant voice saying hold on, don't let go.