Suicide

Suicide

What is this…
On my arm, flowing fast,
The sweet salty taste and deep red color.
It won’t stop flowing, the pain is there;
But yet I can’t feel it.
My hands, shaking rapidly, my skin…
losing color.
The stains are every where, on my clothes, in my bed;
Even in my mouth.
It’s all red and as the light dims, I write a message in pen on the wall.
“This is my blood, spilling onto the carpet.
I’m losing my mind; it’s not worth living any longer.
Everything is going, leaving, dieing… including myself.
Nothing is left for me here and no one could care less.
If I stay, I will surely go mad.
I can’t think clearly anymore… the smell of blood is getting too strong.
But I just want to say before it’s over…
All I needed, all I wanted, was to be special”
Eyes hollow, sipping one last bit,
The hand is thrown on the wall, a final signature,
And I fall,
Into darkness and silence shows the proof.