by mikey jay   Aug 11, 2004

Waiting alone with the blade against my wrist
slicing myself open seems so hard to resist
this option so simple,
to end all my pain
so full of hatred
so full of blame
no one can help me now
the damage is done
the blood starts to pour
what have i done?
i fall to the ground
in a puddle of my own blood
as the life drains from my body
i suddenly wake up
was it just a nightmare?
or a vision of my future suicide
time can only tell now,
with these feelings so strong inside


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