I can feel myself drifting away.
Fading faster with each passing day.
No one listens to what I need to say.

On this rainy day it will all come to light.

I pull the cool, shiny, metal from its hiding place.
It reflects the emptiness from my eyes.
Quickly I smile, as I dig that blade into my arm.

All the while thinking...
What's the harm?

The blood starts pouring from my left arm.
Crimson red against pail white.
It's my very own beautiful sight.

I created it all on my own.
It's my very own masterpiece.

Suddenly, my world starts to spin.
As the door **** starts to turn,
the panic on the face of this human
is all I can see.

I can't get any words out.
They come out as a sigh.

She kneels down beside me.
and silently asks me why?

The bright lights and all the people running about,
are of the last of my memories.

Because you decided to care,
when it was too late.

Do you know what its like, to lose
time like it never existed?
Only to find, it was only in your mind.

You were fully functional,
but can't remember anything at all.

I landed on the floor,
but can't remember the fall.

I got to work,
can't remember the drive.

I can barely remember enough to hold,
a conversation.

This isn't and existence.
I'm only a nuisance.

Please just let me go.
Life would be easier if,
I was gone.