Decision

With nice little twist I slit my wrist...  
Rather not waiting for life to kill,  
But rather my own blood to spill...  
Never thought that my life would end so soon,  
but rather wait until the full moon...  
  
Decisions in my life guided me for so long,  
And I waited for too long...  
In my eyes such pain,  
which no one cares to see...  
  
Little drops of blood making stains on floor,  
Stains which stay there for so long,  
and won't wash away no matter how hard I try...  
  
Dry blood like the decoration on my stairs,  
Stairs which lead to end,  
To the end of my journey,  
to the end of life,  
end of everything I know...  
  
Vision finally fading away,  
soon it's all black,  
staring darkness, oh so black, soon it's all gone...  
  
Bloody stains on my floor,  
represent stains in my soul...  
  
Waiting for life to end,  
Just waiting for it to come,  
And to take me away to the edge of darkness  
Where no one dares to come.  
  
To jump from a cliff and  
to die in silence  
Which will allow me to think about  
Everything that has happened in my life...  
  
Thought, funny how blood makes difference between life and death, farewell life, so painful, so useless, gonna take my last breath...