Feel the knife
cut through my cold skin
as the blood hits the floor
i feel my pain fall with it
the warmth of the knife is comforting
but soon my body grows cold
i can no longer feel the warmth of the metal
soon my body falls to the floor along with the blood
i feel the life drain from my cold body
i become scared, wondering if any one really cared
staring at the door with all the people behind it
i want to scream out for help but the words do not come
i start to drift in and out of conscience
i hear my heart beat, it is slow and soft
my eyes begin to roll to the back of my head
i am loosing my grip soon to leave
as i am thinking my last thoughts the bathroom door opens
