I've closed the door <br />now its time to open the draw <br />pull out the sharpest knife <br />do i put it to my throat <br />or to my arm <br />either way i'm going to do some harm <br /> <br />This knife is sharp <br />like slicing bread <br />soon ill be dead <br />I know this aint bright <br />maybe it might help if i turn out the light <br />my soul is empty <br /> <br />Ive decided what to cut <br />my right leg is the victim <br />blood is rushing out <br />it dont hurt as much as id hoped <br />now ill do both wrists <br />all i see is red blood <br /> <br />i blink once <br />i blink twice <br />this aint a dream <br />im starting to see black <br />i have enough time for one last thought <br /> <br />'Good Bye World I Won't Be Back! ! '<br /><br />Kevin Hooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-harm-7/
