A silver knife, razor sharp.
Beautiful handle, carved with flowers
Take the tip
Slowly drag it across the inside of wrist
A pretty thin red line appears
It hurts in a good way
Repeat process other wrist
Sit and wait
Dream of the end
The room gets cold
But thoughts are warm
Pain is going to end forever
Why was I ever born?
My legacy is death
Life is not worth the loneliness
Of having no one understand
People say “get better”
“Be Strong”
“Work the 12 Steps”
“Grow up”
“Take these pills, they’ll help”
“Get your head out of the clouds”
“You are beyond hope….”
Fuck yes I am beyond hope
I just want to die
NO one gets it
I will go out in a dramatic flair
My family and friends
Will cry and say
“I never thought she’d really do it”
I told you fools all my life
No one cared enough to find out
If I meant it or not
Well guess what?
I did
