As the razor edged blade slit his arm
As the blood trcikled down
He knew this was his last night
His last fight,
His last sight
Of this brutal world
On the floor cold as his eyes
Arms stretched out
Under tiles of crimson
He lay dying with a smile.
His pain caged in his heart forever will be gone
And he will be on his way home.
For life to him was a hell
And death, he thought will take him to heaven.
[16.00 11 oct 2006] & 1.41 15 oct 2006
[I had written this for a contest...a contest to write about cutter, cutting n suicide...i dont encourage ppl to do it nor do it myself]