Ending it.

Slashing of the wrists
That last goodnight kiss
Some of my days are filled with sorrow
Because in the dead of night
I silently pray that I don’t wake up to see tomorrow
My floor is red
My wrists are numb
You never listened to a thing I said
You treated me as if I was mental and dumb.
I slowly see black
At this moment I know there is no turning back