I sit there
Staring at the knife
The knife lying in front of me
Thinking of life
And how I hate it
Thinking that I could end it
With a quick swish of the knife blade
Upon my wrist
Depressed as I am
And how I long to do it
I have been stopped before
But I can do it
Leave this place
And be put out of my misery
I sit there
Watching the blood
Drip from my wrist
And onto a pool on the floor
And slowly
Very slowly
I feel weak
And I feel myself drift away
I lay there
Lifeless
No one seems to notice
No one seems to care
I am gone
And I have been forgotten.
