Dripping blood

Dripping blood,
From my wrists,
Let it round down my arms,
Warm against me,
Yet making me as cold
As the death I seek,
Holding the knife,
Stained red,

I hold the rope,
In my left,
As I walk down the stairs,
To that place I seek,
It leads me on,
It leads me down,
Down these stairs,

I tie the knot,
That will take my breath,
From my bleeding body,
I tie it tight,
To see it hang,
Fills me with fear,
As I see what I am doing to me,

I step up,
To slip my head into the noose,
That hangs down for me,

I kick the chair,
As I fall I feel it tighten,
Just like life use to do to me,
But now I am falling,
For the last time,
No one to catch me,

Now I am swing,
Watching things blacken,
The knife slips from my grasp,
Back and forth,
I swing,

My blood flowing from me,
Leave me as cold,
As she did,