He has left this world

And I have been left behind

I lie here

The cold wooden floor against my face

Staring at it

That long, beautiful knife

I reach for it hesitantly

Discarding my ties to life

One clean cut, and it’s done

Blood pours from my wrist

And I see him

He is smiling at me

He has left this world

And now so have I

The beauty of a knife...

AN: Well, this is the first thing I'll post on the site, because it's all I have ready for now. I have a whole book of poems I want to post...I just don't have them typed yet. I also have some actual stories I plan to post, once I finish a few more chapters. I used to be on fanfiction . net but now I'm here. As I normally say, read and review or I'll send my racoons to break your legs.

'Till next time,

SomaX