My Last Day 'My Tomb' Poem by Matt Burgett

Blood’s dripping to the floor
As the razor slides up my wrist
The last thought that went through my head
Is the last time we kissed

Being happy then was easy
But all that is in the past
Disappointment and heartache
Are making this day my last

And the blood flow increases
As the razor slides in deeper
I want the pain to go away
I want to see the grim reaper

And I’m bleeding here in this empty house
All alone
Without a single noise to be heard
Not even from the phone

I wipe the blood over everything I can
The wall from white to red
Using my hands
To show them how much I’v bled

And my life now
It has no purpose
I realise my soul is gone
And that I’m just worthless

And everything is now turning black
As a blood trail leads to my room
Hurting me no more in fact
I think it will be my tomb