Wanting To Die
I take the knife and cut in a line.
I look at the blood knowing its mine.
I feel a tear run down my cheek.
I try to move my lips, but I can not speak.
I watch the blood run down my arm.
Looking at in in alarm.
I am so sore I can't move from the bathroom floor.
I wipe away the blood. Trying not to cry.
This time I cut really deep into my skin.
Knowing this is what I did.
I stay sitting on the floor.
Thinking back to the way I felt before.
I think to myself, Why me and not someone else?
This pain is just to much to bare.
Why does life have to not be fair?
I grab the knife and I cut twice.
This time I let the blood run out and I lay down the ground.
I close my eyes and for the very first time
I feel alive.
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