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| With This Weapon Of Destruction I Do Take I haven't smiled in months, And my days have been consumed with endless tears. I don't want to cry anymore, I want to end it all...and I know how I can make it all end. Troubles I will have, no more. Out of sheer despiration I snatch my weapon of choice, And silently pray it will have the affect that I so desire. Running the cool metal blade gently across my skin, Teasing...don't really know if I can go through with this. I do a trial cut, a quick clean cut, Not too deep...not yet. That wasn't so bad I think to myself, As I watch tiny red droplets start forming upon the surface of my skin. I can do this, I can! A voice filters through my thoughts momentarily shattering my self confidence. You sure you can do this...? Do you really want to go through with this...? Yep too late to turn back now, nothing to turn back for. This time though I have no doubts I will and shall suceed, No toying this time...good bye world. Again I go through the motion... With my weapon of destruction gripped firmly within my hand, I run the blade confidently up my arm. Temporarily oblivious to what I have just done, As I watch the dark veinous blood ooze down my arm, And rapidly pool upon the floor. I can't believe how much it hurts...now! I am also very relieved by this sentation, All the pain that I have been feeling on the inside, I can physically feel it on the outside, it has been released. Dizziness sneaks up and makes herself be known, As my world spirals downhill and I kiss the floor. I am now lying in the pool of my blood, Fighting for my breath all the while. Final tears mingle with my blood... Knowing that my end is near, I drop the bloodied weapon of destruction, Held only moments before with such confidence. Not so confident anymore...I'm afraid. Shaking violently, I'm so cold, What have I done? My world turns black. Tara Dalton 26th February 2005 |
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