Slit wrist

I lay on the ground wondering if i'll make it or not

thinkin back remeberin all the things i've done and what i failed to do

All the good times and Bad times

I watch the blood seep from my wrist dripping onto the cold concrete floor, creating a pool

I dip my finger into the blood pool and trace a heart on my chest where my heart used to be

I slit my wrist hoping i wont live another day, live another day of pain and hate that would fill my heart each and every day

I fell no pain for once, I feel at peace as the life slowly seeps out of my wrist

My eyes cloud up, all i can see is black

Im i dying i ask myself

I wipe my eyes

I can see agian

I find the peice of glass I cut myself with

I look into the the shard, I see a girl who is broken and has been dead inside for quite a while

Her hair is messy and her mascara runs as she crys

I then fall to the ground and blackout

I never reached the light that i was told about

I am once agian alone, in the never ending darkness i faced my whole life