Simply Pathetic

As I hold the knife to my wrist,
A tear runs down my cheek.
My hand shakes in a tight fist,
Why am I so weak?

My life is simply pathetic,
With no purpose at all.
The pain is my anesthetic,
And into the darkness, I fall.

I wonder if you’ll miss me,
And I wonder if you’ll cry.
I’ll just sit here in agony,
While I wait to die.

I don’t know if there’s a heaven,
And I’m too scared to hope.
I’ll just lay here, frozen,
Too unstable to cope.

The blood has begun to pool,
A glistening crimson lake.
That “joke” you played was cruel,
It was far too much to take.

Am I truly ready,
To take my own young life?
I can’t keep my thoughts steady,
My mind is riddled with strife.

Is it possible I’m beginning to regret,
The end that’s just begun?
I think I might be starting to fret,
That dying isn’t fun…