It happened so fast
the blade slicing through my skin like butter.
It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would
but I had just taken painkillers, as many as I could.
The blood rushing out of my wrist like a fast paced river
my eyes beginning to get heavier,
I remember hearing voices outside
I couldn't tell who they belonged to, but they were shouting for me
"Open the door"
I was getting weaker with each passing second
a pool of blood began to form around me.
I closed my eyes, they were to heavy to keep open,
I remember taking a breath, and then I was gone.
As I felt myself leave my body
I saw so much of life flash before me like a hologram
seeing only the good times
the best times
as I watched my life play out I remember thinking where did it go wrong
I was once happy, cheerful.
Looking down at my lifeless body
as my family managed to kick the door down
wrapping my wrist
calling an ambulance
I just remember thinking where was this love when I was looking for it
Maybe not my best poem, and just to let you know this is not about me, although when I was younger I had considered it I never carried it through but I do know people that have tried, including my best friend.
If anyone reading this is considering suicide, please don't
although it may seem like there is no escape, there is, and the right people will help you find that escape. You are a special person and amazing, you are unique, beautiful, smart.
You may or may not believe in God
So to those who do believe remember God loves you
but to all of you remember I love you and you are brilliant.