The blade that took my life**

As I sit here in the corner of this room
I bring out the sharpest blade and resume

Knowing that this could be my last breath
I bring it out anyway, not caring about death

I push the blade against my skin
Cause no one cares about the state am in

As I draw the line, I start to scream
Thinking maybe this could be a dream

With mascara tears running down my face
Am starting to feel like am such a big disgrace

Why did mom have to leave?
And leave me with all this grieve?

Why did my fiance have to cheat?
Didn't he know my heart would stop a beat?

As I wonder, when will all this pain stop?
blood filled tears start to drop

I can't seem to understand where I went wrong?
Was it me all along?

I feel so out of place
As I start to stare into space

If they only cared
Then I wouldn't be so impaired

Nor would I need to rely on this blade
Every time I felt so afraid

I guess am paying the price
Because I avoided everyones advice

But how am I supposed to know
That they would all leave?

As I break out of this day dream
I realize my mental state has escalated to extreme

My clothes are soaked in the blood I've shed
I know its time to stop, but I keep going instead

I push the blade further Down,
wishing and hoping mom was still around

My vision has become more and more blurred
Am trying to scream for help but I can't seem to hear a word

I manage to grab hold of the phone
Dialling 000, so I don't die alone

Within a few minutes I start to hear the paramedics...
They are probably too late...

I lost hope as I heard one say " she's not gonna make it"
That was the least terrifying thing I've heard I must admit

I gaze around the room hoping mum might be around
Instead all I see is paramedics and loud sounds

It's now that I know
That It's time for me to go.....