Scream
I lower myself into the bath
The warm water assures me on my path.
I pick up the knife
An let it kiss my wrist
Deeper and deeper.
I let the knife clatter
To me it doesn't matter
Suddenly, just beyond my hearing
I hear a screaming.
Leave me, I wish to whisper.
They won't let me die
With that knowledge I want to cry.
As my world turns black
Hope assures me that I won't come back.
AN. I am not messed in the head, but I got an A all the other poems I did, same this one!