Why does the idea of it seem so nice?
so calming,
so relieving.

I think about it everyday.
slicing the skin,
letting everything spill out
with the dark red fluid.

To sit back and breathe,
finally,
at last.

Letting my thoughts slowly slip away,
until the moment i last have to worry,
the moment I can be peaceful,
the moment everything stops.

Turning towards the other wrist,
gripping the handle as tightly
as my wounded body allows.

Allowing the adrenaline to course through my veins,
forcing me to wince,
making me forget,
for an instant,
why this must be done.

I wonder, though,
would i regret it as soon as the
flesh splits open,
or just before my troubles are passed on,
or maybe, hopefully,
not at all.