As I Cut Poem by Kaelyn Pukansky

As I cut.
So many thoughts are running.
As I cut.
The music blaring.
As I cut.
I think,
what has brought me to this.
As I cut.
I think of you.
As I cut.
I ask myself,
'Where did I go wrong.'
As I cut.
I hear all the voices,
Screaming,
Yelling,
Criticizing.
As I cut.
I am thinking of you.
As I cut.
I say my silent goodbyes,
Knowing, '
This is my last waking moment.
As I cut.
My last thought is,
I love you.