The Red River

I feel my life coming closer to the end
My dads razor blade i lend
I put it to my wrist, and hope for the best
I feel the deep incision Peirce my skin,
To show the dark red river flowing within
I watch as my soul stains the bathroom floor
My wrist bloodstained and sore.
The hot red liquid slowly drops into to growing puddle at my feet.
The process is slow
I feel like I'm never going to go
I still have hold of my fathers razor
His hair mangled in the blood from my hurting wrist.
I drop the razor and gently and quietly fall into darkness never to be heard laughing or crying by my loving parents again.
Ive caused them so much pain
This was the only way,to get away from the burning voices reverberating of the walls of my tired skull.
I used to love life.
Now all thats left of my, is the knife i used to end it.

GaRy*W*