I saw this episode of Criminal Minds where someone tried suicide by slicing their wrists, and thus this poem was born!
My wrists at night,
Meet a knife and,
Slice!
Goes the knife,
In the dark moonlight.
They bleed and bleed,
I scream in pain,
Slice!
The pain is good,
It gives me a rush.
No one can stop me,
Many have tried,
Slice!
And all have failed,
I'm on my own.
They don't get me,
Never will they understand,
Slice!
More blood flows,
And the wounds get deeper.
The pleasure increases,
I swish the knife faster,
Slice!
I start to feel faint,
But I need to continue.
I'm a danger to the world,
Everyone will be saved,
Slice!
When my life is lost,
Others will live.
I can't trust anyone,
Nor can others trust me,
Slice!
Soon it will be over,
And all will be fine.
My mind scares me,
To complicated to interpret,
Slice!
My body crumbles,
My soul is free.
