Suicide..

I wake up this morning

Not feeling like myself

I try to remember what i did last night

But the only memories i can find

Are of smiles and tears

And fights through all these years

I couldnt find anything about last night

As i start screaming for help

I trip over something shiny

I bend over to pick it up..

There in my hand is a blood covered knife

The memories of last night come flooding back to me

I remember laying there..on my floor

Telling myself i cant take much more

I decided to write a simple suicide

I take the knife being careful of every twist

One wicked one could end this mix

I guess i got carried away

A couple twists, with one great slit

There goes my life..

The one ended with a simple strike of the knife