My Last Mistake

With drowning eyes

and shaking hands

on trembling knees

at the minds command

The blade cuts through

the skin, so deep

to meet ones maker

Savior to keep

Now blood flows down

drips to the floor

the sound of ridicule

is heard no more.

Not an angry word,

no pain is felt

Now no more memories of sadness

as ones heart does not melt.

One more tear I shed

one more breath I take

O Lord, make this be

MY LAST MISTAKE!