My sweet suicide

I feel the cold take over me
I blade against my skin
The coldness sends shivers up my spine
Feels so innocent
Feels so good
But slicing is not an answer
Or is it?
I hear it is, i hear it isn't
Like it matters anyways
I want to let the crimson stream flow down my arm
Listen to the river splash on the floor
Sounds like freedom
Comfort and feeling of relief
I never want it to stop
I hope it doesn't
The room starts spinning
I close my eyes
The darkness looks so empty yet so peaceful
How could people feel like cutting is a bad thing
Then I wake up standing over my body
The expression on my face is priceless
I'm finally at rest
My anger gone and no more crying
My sweet suicide