Drips

One more…
Just one and I’ll be finished…
The blade slides over my wrist for the third time
And I know that it’s over…
The blood drips down my fingertips
The stinging takes away the edge…
Of the pain that overwhelms me…
It invades my thoughts…
My feelings…
God, I want it to end…
Take me away..

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The drops audibly hit the floor…
Please take it away…
Take the voices…
Take the beating in my chest…
End the loss…
End the hurt…
Please…Please…
Just end it all….