Had My Last Breath

My razorblade,
Upon my wrist.
Scratching at,
Where you once kissed.
Slicing up,
And down my arm.
Blood in cup,
Just causing harm.
Dragging deep,
Along my vein.
Wanting sleep,
Not feeling pain.
Feeling faint,
My wrist a flood.
The walls I paint,
In deep red blood.
Waiting for,
The end to come.
Never before,
Felt this numb.
The last few seconds,
Feel an age.
My funeral beckons,
It’s the last page.
Slipped away,
Into death.
There I lay,
Had my last breath.

M.H.