Self inflicted suicide

Silver, sharp, glistening red,
That single blade lies on my bed,
Having just finished its fate, starting this slow end,
This simple knife has become my only friend,
These crimson rivers become my tears,
Emptying out my pains and fears,
This slow suicide is my only way out,
Too late for second thoughts or doubt,
My pulse slows and my breath stops,
A single blood tear drops,
Signaling my death,
My last dying breath.