One by one they melt away
The flames are distraught
The thoughts in my head
I have once fought
I pick up the stool
I feel like a fool
I place it down
Without a sound
I step in the tub
The warm water welcomes me
I lie down and relax
Just letting me be me
I pick up the blade
Shiny as steel
I laugh to myself
This is no big deal
I bring the blade
Up to my wrist
The dying flames cast a shadow
Of my now clenched fist
I close my eyes and slit it hard
Taking a last long deep breath
Blood pours out
As I encounter my slow yet painless death