Sitting it the corner,
Hands covering my head,
Crying, screaming can you hear me?
Blood dripping down,
Down my arm into a pool of redness.
Why won’t it stop?
Why is my heart slowing down?
When did the lub-dub stop?
When was it ever really beating?
Because no one ever cared!
Now lying there in my own self-pity,
Barely breathing I once again grab the blade,
Holding it to my throat.
Do I give up?
Is it worth the pain or agony?
Blood trickling down my body,
Fighting for my last breath,
My heart stops and is once again