21 October 2012
You talk about me like I can't hear you...
And I'm in the next room.
Your act like a kid and talk behind my back...
But your an adult.
I pull the sharp shimmering metal piece from my back pocket--
And glide it across my wrist.
I watch the velvet blood pour out...
Hoping this will be over soon....
I need this nothing will change that.
I lie down and close my eyes....
This is the last time they'll ever open.
Opuss № I