Painful Fade Poem by Hannah Elizabeth Barton

The tears fall, onto my skin like rain.
I feel like nothing can keep me from this.
The shattering of my mind, alluding my thoughts.
I pray for the blankness of my mind, my pain.

The silver blade calls to me.
Begging me to hold it in my grasp.
I resist, though proven to be in vain.
The silver blade has won over me.

A crimson red polishes the knife,
Groaning in a silent satisfaction as it leaks.
The stain of the skin, the aching pang for escape.
My thoughts leave me, just as the shining blood does.

As I lay there, I fade away,
Despite the sting the blade left.
Darkness calls me,
Welcoming me with its cold arms.

As I lay there, I fade away.