So this one's a little more darker, not something I normally write hah.



Depression and suicide

This cut which I've made upon my wrist.
Pours sadness and hatred which we like to call blood
I've come to conclusions that maybe I'm not ment to be happy.
I have been hurt throught out my life and it continues to happen.
The cut is deep, blood continues to flow.
It drips to the floor, staining the carpet.
Slowly I slip towards the floor of my bedroom.
The wind blows gently through the window which I feel against my skin.
Tears now fill my eyes as I think back to all the memories we shared.
I blink once and tears flow down upon my cheeks.

The pain has finally vanished, For now all I feel is numbness.
I close my eyes while taking in a deep breath.
I relize this may be the end.
It begins to rain, which I feel upon my skin every now and then.
My last thoughts were of my love, Which I'll never forget.
My heart is forever yours and I'll always be with you for eternity.
Slowly I fade into the darkness......Forever.