In Hell

In the mirror, I cry at my self-image, bending over and gagging as I have my finger down my throat, throwing up as I push down farther, face is wet from tears and when I want to stop, I think of life and how it could be harder..

As I lay in bed, my stomache growls, as I toss and turn, specific things just not leaving my head, I bring the knife from the floor and I graze it across my wrist, watching my blood erupt, and I cant help but wanting more of this

So I take the tip of the knife and push hard down into my vain, blood pours out, and its too much I'm afraid to say.. I cover up my arm with these 3 cloth's, my blood seeps through, and I just lay there..wanting to die of loss of blood, because their is nothing else to do

I feel my stomache being wet from where my cloth's have bled through, I sense a feeling of drowsiness, and then I fall to sleep..
"Loss of blood..and she couldn't be saved..She was home alone..and that's all I've got to say" as my mother weeped..she stepped away from the T.V. reporter

Some people called me crazy, and others, well .. I guess they didn't notice. I didn't think I would truly die..because I've always cheated death without trying.. but as I face God and he asks me "Where do you think you belong?" I shrug my shoulders and mumble "Why not Heaven? Since I've been in Hell all along.."