End Of Me

by apey   Jul 28, 2007


I look in the blade to see my reflection of my bloody face
the blood has come from me my own wrist
the wrist i have tried to cut and kill myself with before but never succeeded
so days and days later i try and try again

Day number 15 is coming up now that i haven't tried
its been hard not to grab a knife or that but i have to end me or my sins
I'm out of the hospital now and I'm in the washroom but i get checked before i go in
but i tend to wait this time

For some time now i had that earge to do it but i don't know why i don't
maybe cause i always have people around me or with me
the only time i can is when I'm in the washroom but i get checked before i go
but i don't seem to understand why i just can't go

As i go in with no "harm" in my way i look around
i look around the room so i can cut my wrist
but i can't see anything of that but if i look in a place i know where one is
i will be able to again but i have to do fast

After a while i find something that will work
not to rush to much i grab it ,jab it, and pull it back
not noticing that you were watching
from a distance in horror you gasp for air then i throw it at you

not meaning to i got you in the chest in shock i watch you die
die for watching me try to kill myself again
nobody is to know and now nobody does know for i have killed the only one
but if you try to help me in your way i will kill you when I'm dead

for when i do it wont be much longer for now i can see that bright light
the light that everyone talks about i can see it
i try to scream for help but my body says "no i had enough with this your
going to die now and I'm not stopping until you do"

now i can't do anything for i am dead now and nobody knows it
they all think I'm still going to the washroom
but i don't know how much I've hurt them and how much they'll cry
but all i can do is sit there and die, thats what i wanted

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