My Suicide

I don’t know why I did it,
I was just fooling around,
I never knew life was so precious,
Until I hit the ground.
I was mad; I remember I got a knife,
I slit my wrists, which took my life.
The blood kept flowing,
It wouldn’t stop,
My hair and clothes were like a mop.
It was the worst kind of feeling,
When I made myself die,
All I could do was lie there,
I couldn’t ever cry.
I tried before,
Although not the same way,
I had an over dose,
At least that’s what they say.
I told no one,
I kept it inside,
When I was confronted,
I sat their and lied.
I never should’ve done it,
As you can tell,
Because I commit suicide,
I shall burn in hell.