part of me
wants to stop myself
now before it's too late.
part of me
wants to make it seem
like an accident, so
i can finally be
a beautiful tragedy.
part of me
wants someone to notice,
and reconsider my decision
before time runs out.
but part of me knows
there's no going back now,
so i smile as the cold blade
slowly parts my skin and
cuts through arteries to finally
let the blood kiss my skin as it
flows out, its original passage
now destroyed.
i lay in the bathtub, watching clear
water leisurely turn into crimson
as i think of all the times i thought
the world was beautiful, but oh
how wrong i was.
as my eyes calmly close, i can tell death
had planned this all along;
the twinkle in his eye
shining brighter than any
star in the sky and i let the world
let me down,
one
last
time.
