take the blade

I want to take the blade
to cut my skin
who would care?
Who would want me to live?
im thinking of who will miss me
and my mind comes up blank
so without another thought
I take the blade to my wrist
and feel my pain being relieved
but only temporarily I only made a small cut
so now im crying tears of pure joy
because I can feel my life ending
I can feel all my memories
slipping away
but before they all do
I see the faces
of all of them
the people who would care
if I died
the people who would cry
the people who would remember me
but before I could think about
what I had just done
the darkness finds me
and I’m gone
for eternity…