I hear it calling my name
"Come on just once"
It whispers to me
Death is on my lips


It's irresistible death calls
my name it's  enticing to
Know that it will all
be over very
soon all the
pain and
depression
will be over soon


I'm caving in I'm losing the war
I think which one should be it
I hold the blade against my
skin and let it flow
I smile as I draw pictures
up my arm with a blade
This is really it
It's all going to be over soon

I slowing drift in and out of conscience  
I close my eyes and think

"I give up..."