Simple Suicide

Death is all in the mind Thinking only of it for sometime Will things be different or the same When I am gone under my tame Knife to use, to let skin flow Blades from shave, let blood go Cuts on the arm Now fades, so don't be alarmed Cuts on the leg Look like dark threads Slits on the wrist Barely seen, it's a twist Thinking it was over, how wrong Hiding in the closet, deaf for long Here, the face is purple pale But still breathing well under life's spell Running to the restroom Forming the cuts again in my doom My blood mix's with water Turning pink, may not utter Head first; deep Thinking it will be better in my sleep Diving in deeper, losing more breath Knowing I could do it, it was like theft Coughing up water from the mouth and nose I quickly get out for my clothes Sports bra seen An idea rings Again with the cold face But dying wasn't a race Stopping, for it wasn't too tight Now I've face no light Bed time rose My face and my nose Both covered by a pillow I die my good fellow Yet, it did not close this neck Trying to find, I am recked For a new way to end So I won't have to begin Choking at school No one notices me, a fool With my hands on my neck Ready to ride hell's deck Options were limited And my life was sprited Trying so hard But there were no death cards