A knife my wrist
I'm thinking to end it.
Now.
I pick up the blade.
It feels so cold.
Like my heart.
The icyness is numbing.
I just feel like succumbing.
The pain it hurts.
I'm here alone.
The knife will end it soon.
Tomorrow they'll find me.
Here in my room.
Not breathing.
Not caring or Believing.
The knife will End it NOW.
The vein is pulsing.
But midnight come it's racing.
The knife is slicing.
The crimson river starts to pour.
As I hit the floor.
My life is draining.
But you don't see me complaining.
It's ending, into darkness I'm descending.
The voices are fading.
The voices that once screamed at me.
Are nothing they never were.
They disappeared like the pain.
The pain is gone.
The numbness and fear has gone.
The welcome embrace of death.
Has arrived and is soon to take me.
I've waited for this for so long.
I lay here dying, the crimson life is
Leaving me draining me.
The floor is now a river of red.
Pools of crimson sorrow for around me.
There will be no tomorrow.
They never cared and never will.
They hated me every moment.
It was as evident as the scars on my body.
The self-inflicted scars, the mutilations.
So if it's rise of nations the pure and the dirty.
Will soon realize that I have known.
Their glare's their sneer's I see them to.
I see them just like you do.
Nothing can save me now the life,
That was once here has vanished.
My body's famished the blood is gone.
My soul is leaving my body, so peacefully.
Like a dementors sweet long awaited kiss.
The feeling is just Bliss.
You decide the character sorry I needed to write this to ease the numbness and pain that resides within me.
You tell me who you think this is for I do not know all opinions are welcomed.
This was meant to be a song fic but it's just a little poem that doesn't rhyme much.
I tried my best so don't flame me for any small flaws point them out but don't critise me too much.
Thank you.