one slice

one slice, one cut, one thrust..of the wrist. thats all it takes to take your life away. no cares no worries. just lying there in a coffin, dead people walking over you, people forgetting who you were, what you did, an what happened, one cut one thrust lots of blood , do you stop to think about the people you left behind, no you dont, do you care no, do you think about who has to clean up your mess no you dont. i died that day now i look down on all of you an i cant believe you people, you disgust me an i use to let it happen, i let you walk all over me, but now im gone an you forgot all about me, one cut im gone a swish i died oone thrust i left buckets of blood left and an empty body no soul an nothing there freezing body an all thats left is blood. i bid a farwell to you all for this is my last mark