Gone Poem by Emmalyn Klee

I wonder if I would stop
I know that I should stop
I keep feeling bad
About me being sad
It feels like a big monster
Trying to escape from these little cuts
So I cut deeper and deeper
And let the monster escape
As the blood runs down my arm
The blood flows and flows as I black out
Then I start to see the harm
I cant seem to wake up from this black out
So I try and try to hack out
Nothing seems to work
Then I see a bright light
Then I think to myself I just might
Just might be gone