Suicide knife

A knife is what I see
I dont know why or how
All I know is there is a knife
right in front of me
I go to grab it
Its not a figment of my imagination
Its real
But this sensation is unreal
I touch this unreal thing
with vines all along the handle
As I hold it in my hand
The blade glints in the light
I touch its sharp edges
Cuting each finger
The warm blood seeping down the tips of my finger to my palm
Its a comfoting feeling
Then Taking this wonderous weapon of death
I take it and point it towards my wrists
Moving the blade slowly up the surface of my arm
I am now seeing my bare bones
A dizy feeling around through my mind
A grand feeling
A breath taking feeling
Now a strang thought came through me
The knife laying upon my breast
I push it through
Feeling adrenaline rushing through my body
If only
If only I could keep this feeling forever
I now see myself outside of my own body
My cold self lying on the floor
But as I see it
I am now truely alive