If I unintentionally slit my wrist <br />I'll be the last to know <br /> <br />and when I'm <br />turning aerials <br />above my carcass, <br /> <br />weep for me <br /> <br />Because I was loved <br />in life- <br />I hated to death <br /> <br />Weep for me, since <br /> <br />I do not have cause enough- <br /> <br />to cry for myself <br /> <br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-dream-i-slit-my-wrist-in-reality-i-m-not-th/
