I stare at it,
and it stares back.
A glimmer of my reflection,
Shows my tears turning black.
My make-up is running,
mascara down my cheeks.
For the blood the blade takes,
is the blood that it keeps.
I pick up the blade,
and hold it to my chest.
I'm through with life,
so I'll put myself to rest.
Slowly, I press in,
The blade piercing my skin.
And though it is painful,
It goes deeper in.
My blood stains the blade,
and I fall to the ground.
And through this intense moment,
I hear not a sound.
I still push the blade further,
as if it will go through me.
As blackness clouds over my eyes,
I can no longer see.
My painful life is over,
gone through the dark abyss.
And though it is sad,
there is nothing I'll miss.