The Night I Decided to Commit

On a cold night,

I was wrapped in the coldness of my pain.

The cold metal blade tracing the

skin on my wrist.

I whimpered at the sting;

red lines starting to dot my wrist

with the brightest crimson.

I dreamt of that one spring day—

sunshiney with flowers,

and him holding my hand as

we're smiling.

I snap back to reality;

the blade, I'm pressing harder

to my wrist now.

Blood— there's so much of it.

Dripping from the slashes

that have revealed the

whites on my wrist now.

I'm losing consciousness;

his eyes that held the universe

in them, his smile that brightens

my world.

Blood still dripping.

Life fading, and

light leaving my eyes.