The Pain Poem by Sandra Wiebe

There is no other pain inside of me
Then the pain of death
It comes and comes without knowing
Then the cold blade piercing through my skin
My warm blood running down my wrist
Over and over again now my blood is not so warm
But i still live
Over and over the pain of death is in me
So i try to make go away if that means takeing
My life with it so then once again the blade piercing
My wrist but now one big long slit alone my arm
AND NOW
The pain of death is gone...