"I love you"

“I love you”
I said to my limb-cutting blade
As I cut,
Cut away at my wrists.
 
At my wrists,
Blood was spewed,
On my shirt,
Stead’ly pouring,
Pouring out,
Out my body
Forevermore.
 
As I took my last breath,
As I wept my last cry,
I looked up,
Up I looked,
Way up high at the sky.
And why? I don’t know,
Why I looked up that high.
Maybe it was a plea,
A plea to Heaven up high,
To spare my family’s pain
And my own pain, the same.
 
With the knife in my heart,
And my soul,
Scarring both,
Way up high,
High I went,
Feeling peace
Forevermore.