Cutting Off Life

I'm ready to shut out the pain
I'm sick of this game
I grab the knife, sharp as hell
Want to shove it through, see it impale

My delicate flesh
My wrist or arm will do best
I clench my fist as tight as it will go
Then I crouch down low

Place the blade against my wrist
I wonder if I will be missed
Motion and motion
Blood runs down my arm in commotion

I hit my vein
Bracing for the pain
I lay in my own pool of blood
I know that I am done

Me eyes go blurry
Out of my fury
I chose my last minutes to be mad
At anyone who ever treated me bad.