A poem for death

Blue cold floor

I sat there on the blue cold floor

I held it there gripped it with my hand

I looked to my arm then to my hand

Took this device and slid it across my wrist

It began to bleed and my pain flowed away

It felt okay for once watching myself bleed away

I smiled to myself thinking this feeling would last forever

The pain was horrible but I felt so alive

I decided to cut again if one felt good

Two would take my problems away for good

I sat on the blue cold floor

With his device in my hand

Made one more cut

And drifted away

Never to wake again