Losing Himself

The blade moves skillfully across his wrist.
He no longer watches the designs it makes.
He feels the blood drip down his arm.
He knows it's his life he's about to take.

Staring blankly at the wall,
He feels himself slipping away.
Feeling he's lost himself for the very last time,
He wonders what would happen if he decided to stay.

He realized soon, it doesn't matter.
So he pushes the thought out of his head.
"It's too late now," he says with a smile,
"For soon I will be dead."

He releases the blade,
and lets it fall to the floor.
It lands with him by the letter,
Now and forever more.

Never again will I hurt this bad.
Never again will I feel this sad.

Never again will I cry in my home.
Never again will I be forced to be alone.

Never again will I bear this pain.
Never again will My tears be in vain.

Never agian will I be ignored.
Never again, I'm ending it forever more.

Suicide is on my mind.
Though it's hard for you to find.

It is there, each day and each night.
Although I tell you that I'm alright.

In my mind I'm not okay,
And you know this, but you walk away.

So without a worry, or a care,
I slit my wrists with little fear.

I won't miss you, and you can't miss me,
Because the true me, you never did see.

Breath grows scarce. For me it's too late.
My eyes close forever. This is my fate.