Goodbye...

Goodbye mom, I'll miss you,
I'm sorry for this.
As my wrist meets the cold razor's kiss.

I never meant to hurt you,
I know you'll be fine.
As red overwhelms the silver blade's shine.

I promise I'll be good,
I'll make it alright.
As the sun seems to dim and fade into night.

Goodbye mom, remember,
I'll always love you.
As my eyes grow blank with an empty black hue.

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~This poem is not written from experience nor is it written from dreamt experience. It is solely written to take the point of view of one who is in a position of that sort.~