Make Sure Poem by Haley cox

I run to the window,
Are they gone?
Yes my parents finally left the house
I'll try something new taday,
Not the bath tub, not even my glass
But something that resinse in my kitchen,
Knives. Knives of all kind.
I need to find somewhere
Where the blood can go,
And wont make a mess.
My parents jacuzi bath should suite me fine
So i snatch my knives and run to there bathroom
I position myself in the bath and roll up my sleeves
I try not to look at my scars,
For they bring many memorys
I made sure to pick my sharpest
So this could be my last
I close my eyes and apply presure,
And when i feel the sting,
I no my cut was successful
I open my eyes, one by one,
To find a beautiful stream of blood,
Flowing, and not stopping,
From the veins in my arms
These cuts have his name all over them
A dedication you could call it