My Ending Poem by Amelie Anonymous

I hold the blade up to my wrist
Thinking of piercing through a vein
The thought of living in this world
Is making me insane

Slowly I cut down my arm
Wishing for the courage to cut deep
I watch my wound open
And my arm begin to weep

But I know the cuts not deep enough
To take me from this life
So I walk into the kitchen
And take out the biggest knife

I’ve had enough of all this pain
I’ve cried to many tears
I slice the blade across my wrist
Forgetting all my fears

The knife drops from my hands
From my fingertips
I begin to feel light headed
And a weak smile crosses my lips

Falling onto the floor
Onto a pool of red
I’m where I want to be now
Not here. Enough said.