fingers trace
the raised skin on my scarred wrist.
they stop at the sign of my pulse.
i’m going to finish what i’ve started.
i won’t **** it up, i've come so close.
everything is numb.
i hardly felt it this time.
is this what it's like?
to have no future...
time goes on regardless.
think of it,
everything that i am
will only be a memory someday.

...good...