I raise the blade it's oh so high

In a few minutes I will die.

All my secrets are inside

All the hurt and all the lies.

When the edge cuts across my skin

I marvel at the world within,

The pale and blue desicrated veins

Are weak from all the mindless maimes.

Sagging in relief it pours

Through my wrist the open door.

Weakened now its comming slower

My mind has filed its last drawer.

I see it sputter, see them cry

And all I give are tear filled sighs,

My one last question should be "why?"

See all the questions in your eyes...

But all I do is exhale a breath

And at last I greet my death.