Suicide

I hold the knife in my hand
As I watch the sand of time
Pass right before my eyes
Drop by drop
The sand is falling
Like the blood rolling
From the tips of my fingers
Onto the ground
I flinch as I begin to the pain
A pain that started in my heart
Is leading me to the doors of death
Because of you
I stop the knife to think
Is there another way?
But then I decide
The only answer is suicide.