Dying Poem by Brian Streb

Grab the razor
Prepare for blood
I start to cut
Because I loved

But as I got deeper
I thought of you
So instead of one vein
I cut two.

I sit and hold in
All this pain
Watching the blood flow
And thinking how much life remains

As the blood drips down
I start to get weak
I can almost feel it now
Getting closer to forever sleep

Just want to write this
And tell you good bye
So that when you think of me
You will always cry..

I hope that you
Will finally see.
That you were the only
One for me.

But its too late
I'm gonna be gone
I thought about it all night long