My heart is a black hole,
This I know.
I wish that it wasn’t,
Because it’s tearing my soul.
I wish that I had a loving heart,
But I have to deal with this one.
I have no friends because
Of my heart.
It’s ruining my life,
I don’t think I can take much more.
I’m sitting in my room,
As I think of doom.
Think about how I will take my life.
Should I do it quick and easy,
With a gun?
Or should I make it slow and painful,
With a knife?
Whichever way I do it,
I know I will die.
So what’s the point of choosing,
If the ending going to be the same?
Any way I do it,
The ending is going to be what I want.
I’m sitting on my bed,
As I choose a way to end my suffering.
I could go with a lot of blood.
Or I could go with the instant death.
I think I will go with a lot of blood and pain.
I go in my bag,
And get out my knife.
I’m sitting in front of my mirror,
Looking at my throaght.
Thinking if I should slit it.
So there’s a lot of blood coming out.
I’m looking at my wrist,
Thinking I should slice the vein.
I would be able to see it,
And I would get faint very quick.
That would be fun.
To get up after I do it,
And see and feel the room spinning round.
I think I will go with the vein.
That sounds fun.
So as I take that knife,
I press it to my wrist.
I can feel pain.
But I just start to laugh.
I start to press harder.
It slices open my vein.
I look down,
And see my blood dripping off my hand.
I look up into the mirror,
And I just look at my eyes.
I see tears rolling down them.
And I don’t know why.
I have a confused look upon my face,
As to why these tears are now coming out.
I slowly get up and try to make it to the door to get help.
But I fall right on my bed.
I try to scream for help.
But nothing comes out.
I look into the mirror again,
As I see more tears going down.
Then,
Before I died,
I saw my ex best friends face.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m all confused.
I try to get up again,
But I fall to the floor.
Motionless.
I look into the mirror one last time,
And as I lip,
“I’m sorry.â€
She says,
“No you’re not.â€
