Time

It was time

Time to say goodbye

Im sick of this stupid life

Time to pick up the knife

 

I put it close

Close to my wrist

I count to 3

And give the kife

A twist

 

I scream 

I moan

From all the blood 

That has shone

 

I slowly put 

Down the knife

That has ended my life

Reviews

[ambur]

The flow was good of this poem, although the theme was quite cliche. However, the word choice seemed to match the overall tone.