Im on the floor

a knife in my hand

shaking violently

the knife shimmers

like a magnet

pulling towards me

the blade waiting for the kill

slowly edges forward

as it pierces the skin

the pain is like being

pulled limb from limb

but as the blood seeps

your life full of worries disappears

like it was never there

you heartbeat relaxes

the strain goes away

the blood begins to dry

your vision is like

your behind frosted glass

you cant see through it

you become as cold as ice

and the shine in your skin

begins to dull

you drift into a never awaking sleep

knowing your free

you finally rest

knowing your safe

out of harms way

by Fiona round

written 30th jan 2004