Ending

Poem

Knife in hand,

Blood running down,

I am kicked out,

My world is crushed,

My heart is mended,

I feel the pain,

I feel the knife in my skin,

Digging deep and blood still running,

My heart still beating until the end of time.

I don't really know why I wrote this. It might be because I was thinking about another cut leading to another death. I don't know, but that's what I think I was thinking about. I know I wasn't thinking about ending my life. I guess I was thinking in view of a person wanting to end thier life and I was in thier point of view.