Inching

I'm inching closer to the edge. Wanting to die and leave this world. I want to get out and never come back. Leave with no question. And with all the evidence that I was there.The blood wants to drain out of me. Run from my body as I drop down into my cold, lifeless form. Waiting with no breath endlessly as the life I once knew slowly drifts away from me. Blood still draining from my wrist. Pills still in my system. I don't want to be an example anymore no more am I to you. Leave me alone and never see me for I am gone. I am not here in mind anymore. It has left me like all the others. My heart is going at a slower pace. Eyes getting blurry. Breaths getting short. I don't feel much but I see all to well. You have killed me, it is your fault. I'm Dead.