Suicidal Tendencies
Thoughts of a sinful act consumes me
To go one way and be rid of all the pain appeals to me
The other frightens me ,to spend a life in this hell on earth
The sharpness of the object excites my nerves
As I slide the jagged edge of it across the smooth white flesh
I look back at the memories,warm red liquid flowing down my arm
I am caught in the past
I see myself vaguely in the mirror turning pale and I feel my knees weaken
I hit the marble tiling hard hearing a nasty crack knowing the sticky liquid is dampening my soft hair
My eyes flutter shut, trying to pull myself back counting silently to myself
1...2...3...4...5
The heart beat slows down with passing time..
6...7...8...9.......10
Gone
~Back~
