Broken Things

Collecting broken things,
Broken things like me.
Small pieces, of broken glass.

Perfect for slicing my skin,
not deep enough to scar,
but enough for pain.

What if my hand slipped,
and it cut too deep,
would I just let it bleed?

I wish to die so much,
but would I let myself die?
I shouldn't be afraid,
by my own hands.

Murdering myself..
Why does it sound bad?
Suicide, doesn't sound bad.
But murder.. sounds worse.
Killing anyone, is indeed murder.
Right?