The Broken

Tears run down my puffy red cheeks
I wipe the tears away replacing them with blood
Scars and fresh wounds cover my arms
The fingers wrap around the dangling rope
I look at my arms


To Be or Not To Be  
                          
The stool stands under my fate
A knock comes from the door
I flinch and look behind me
A sigh slips from my lips
I step onto the stool


Goodnight

I close my eyes
my head slips through
the loop
that tightens
around my neck
the stool falls
and slowly
everything fades