Suicide #1

The razor blade cuts into my flesh
Blood runs down my arm
It doesn't stop
My heart beats faster
My blood paints the walls crimson
I start to get dizzy
My eyes get glassy
I feel a rush
It’s not painful but pleasant
I watch as my blood pours out
I want to pass out
Then all at once I’m gone
Dead
I fall from the chair I’m perched on
The razor slips to the floor
My blood no longer flows
No one knows or cares that I’m gone
In the morning when they find my body they might cry
But I’m finally free
My blood has set me free

By sarah goldblatt
Published: 7/4/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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