Suicide

I sit here alone
As I reach for the knife
I've had enough
Time to end my life

I sit here alone
And take 16 pills
Just incase
My knife attempt falls

I sit here alone
Put the knife to my wrist
Slowly draw a line
I become an artist

I sit here alone
Watching the red
It drips down my hand
Lands on the bed

I sit here alone
My senses all stop
I feel myself fall
Fall through the black drop

I sit here alone
And think this is it
My troubles are pouring
Out of this slit

I sit here alone
My troubles are gone
Theres nothing else here
Able to go wrong

I sit here alone
Where my wrist has cried
Tonight was the night
I finally died