My cry to the cutter

My Cry to the Cutter
BY: DeadAnGeL (a.k.a. cha)

In the midst of the night
When everyone lay fast asleep
I Lie wide awake in my room
Thinking how to escape this burden I carry inside

It's four O'clock in the morning
The morning sun will shine soon
deafening silence and the sound of the clock is heard
I started crying as I remember how you crushed my heart

I got up and took the cutter on one hand
Staring blankly at the other as I raised it
My hand began to tremble violently
As I made a small cut on my wrist

Blood came rushing out my veins
Giving me and my hand excruciating pain
I force not to cry to the cutter
As I write my poem of pain, of escaping and of death

My lips drew a smile of triumph
A sinister smile one cannot forget
For the end is coming at hand
And so as my emotional and mental anguish

As the blood stains my floor
My breathe wearing thin that i could hardly grasp
I began to lie on the floor still wearing that wicked smile
Soon the pain will be gone forever, and so as I.