The Blade

suicide

The Blade

As you walk down the dark damp hall

Your ready to just break and fall

As I become more tempting 

All you do is try and neglect me

Tears run down your face 

You dont have the old look of grace

You whisper I'm no good living in fear

You picked me up, and said I want to disappear

As I slice your arm,

Your face becomes alarmed

Blood is dripping down

Tears are dripping down

It wont Stop

Your not stopping it

why?

You gasp for air

You fall out of the chair

You dropped me

I wish I could flee

But I'm ME

THE BLADE

Author's Note

i had to revise this poem i wrote one very similiar but can not find it in my journals anywhere :{ but this is what i came up with for now.