Poising the knife above my wrist,
I take a deep last breath.
I know that once I am done,
I'll be embraced by Death.

I can't remember when
I thought that I should die.
The last question that I have,
Can someone answer why?

I sink the blade into my wrist,
Crying out with the pain.
My blood, dark with fear and hate,
Mingles with the falling rain.

I look up at the stormy clouds,
The pure water cooling my face.
Soon I will be dead and gone,
I was just a waste of space.

As I fall to the rocky ground,
I think of my sad life.
I wish I could start again,
But I chose the cold knife

As the blood drains from my wrist,
My vision fades at a fast rate.
I see you running towards me,
But I'm afraid it's too late.

I see you drop to your knees,
Beside my now-red side.
I hear you cry out in pain,
You don't let your feelings hide.

There is no way I can comfort you,
For I'm almost gone, I fear.
I whisper my goodbye to you,
I love you so, my dear.

How can I say I'm sorry,
When no one else has to me?
There wasn't a way to stop this,
But now... I'm finally free.