Too Late?

Razor Blade...

slices my wrist.

One flick at a time

surrounding skin

goes numb.

Blood slides down my arm

ever so slowly giving me the time

to realize what i've done.

Blood stains my forearm

creating a deep dark crimson path

that my fingers can't help but trace.

While I'm in this trance

the path begins to lighten, begins to disappear

as it was never there.

Water drips over, cleansing for good.

I start to shiver

as the warm water pours from the faucet

stinging my wrist.

I can't deal with the pain anymore

while the plug in the drain

is preventing my escape from this world.

Like my mind has done so many times before.

I live with hate, my views flipped

consumed by fate.

Surrounding water turned a rusty red

from the crusted blood

caked on my skin.

I've realized, I don't want to die

is it to late?

Have I already said

that one word,

Goodbye?

 

Reviews

[Riding the Rainbow]

this story was painful to read but it expressed all the inner feelings of a hurting soul..
Thank you for writing it..

[dartford]

Zaney, this is very painful
to read, but well written..
please take care

[zaneybear]

thank you:)