Sweet Little Death Trap..... Poem by Shade Rodieson

The pitter-patter of my sister's feet as she skips down the hallway greets me.
So happy, so free her life untouched by darkness very different from my own.
The voice returns this time screaming Do It! DO IT!
Without thinking I slam my arms into the mirror hoping it will break, shatter.
It doesn't break but cracks instead into a long spindly twisting pattern.
I feel myself falling to the ground exhausted from my attempt.
Gazing above myself I see two magnificent death traps.
Shall I take the easy way out? A bottle full of exquisite pills?
Or shall I slit my wrist and watch the lovely blood flow from my wound?
Flushing the pills with sad eyes watching them slip away never to return.
I grab the blade that glistens in the wholesome light and cut.
The blood pours from the wound without restraint a sparkling fall of crimson red.
I lay on the floor in a gleaming pool of blood, smiling.
The result of what I have done fresh on my mind.
As I slip out of consciousness my mind is content with the knowledge that I will soon be free.