Waiting to die

Why do people slit their wrists
waiting there to die,
Left in sudden darkness
with nothing to do but cry,
They slit their wrists because
it relieves temporary pain,
Hoping they will die
going mentally insane,
Wishing life would come
to a sudden stop,
Blood covering the floor
with the body lying there on top,
When they die they then know
that they are in peace,
Lying underneath the ground
knowing dieing was the least,
Least of worries for themselves
and of everyone,
Knowing that they won't be missed
while their lives are done,