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.