Untiled

This knife that I hold over my heart is the solution to end my problems.
as i begin to press down on this knife it started to pierce my skin
Harder and harder I push down
Blood starts to fill my bra
my eyes filling with water. I start to cry
Pushing harder more and more blood flowing out
I start to weaken
my hands are going numb
I drop the knife. all the blood disappears that was on it
all the blood that was on the floor disappeared as well
My wound it healed within minutes
I'm not able to die
I will suffer forever, because i will never die
The next time I try to kill myself I wont die
I will never have a successful
suicide