A Simple Message

Knife in my hand, dripping in blood
Scars on my wrist, pain in my heart
Rope around neck, standing on chair
Just one jump, I'll be gone
Phone lights up, one more text
The reaper can wait, another minute
"sweet dreams...x", tears stream
You say that, but would you care
Tears streaming, face all pink
If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead
Confusing thoughts, knife in hand
Dripping in blood, so tempting
Flash of silver, new wounds made
Such sweet pain, once again
Neverending cycle, strength gone
Like I will be soon.