I held the blade to my wrist,
It wouldn't be long,
Before my life became blood kissed.
The blood started to show,
Then more, quicker, faster,
Then a steady flow.
Blood was running down my hand,
Along my fingers,
And no longer could I stand.
I slid to the floor,
As the blood streamed,
I felt true happiness at my core.
It was all blurred,
The angles were singing
A song I'd never heard.
They took me in their arms,
And carried me up to heaven,
To show me god's charms.
I found my place,
By god's side,
Illuminated by his grace.
Watching the world with new found glory,
I saw how bad it really was,
Just like a horror story.
Everyone in pain,
Suffering throughout,
Small children sleeping in the rain.
I committed suicide,
But believe me it didn't hurt,
What hurt was the years I cried.
No one noticed how I slipped away,
Over time I withdrew,
Until that final day,
Because in death I am beautiful,
Cold but graceful,
How could I resist such pull?
I had had enough,
I couldn?t cope,
Life became too tough.
