Bleed

It’s early when I open my eyes,
I smile a small and pain filled smile,
I walk in the bathroom and stare for a while.
The pain is showing in my face,
As I take my scissors and begin to trace.
The blood runs down my shaking arm,
You tell me to stop, it is causing too much harm,
To me, to you,
What can I do?
I can’t fight back the monster in me,
It hurts to see what I am becoming.
I stare at myself in the mirror,
The death in my future is becoming clearer.
I slap a hand over the bleeding cut,
My mouth is closed tightly, my eyes are shut.
The blood wont stop,
Covering my arm from bottom to top.
I fall to the floor,
“No more! No more!”
I start to lose consciousness when you appear at the door.
You pick me up,
I feel your hands trembling,
What is going to happen to me?
I grab your hand as you lie me down.
I feel my face against the warm, soft ground.
I move my hand across my eye, wiping away a tear,
To die alone is my biggest fear.
I look at my hand, I’m crying red.
I watched as you lay a rag on my forehead.
You bandage my wrist,
I feel you give my hand a kiss.
I hear the sirens in the air,
Can you see that light over there?
“No, Please! You Can’t Go!”
I laugh a little, “No,
I have to go.”
And with that, I take my last breath,
Finally giving my life up to death.