The End

This poem describes a person's last moments before ending their life.

Holding the sharp point to my wrist,
Clenching the knife within my fist.
Blocking it out, closing my eyes,

Regretting not saying my final goodbyes.
Taking one last look at the note on the floor,

Sitting up beside it, leaning back on the door.

 

Puddles forming on the tiles,
Eyeliner dripping into different styles.

My heart is pounding, nearly ready to go,
Preparing myself to let the blood flow.

Staring down at my wrist and counting to four,

Taking one last breath...

 

...then breathing no more.

Author's Note

All feedback is GREATLY appreciated, cheers!

Reviews

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

I love the imagery used here. Great piece :)

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thanks very much ^_^

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

You're welcome :)

[Lonesome Traveler]

You've managed to make this so real, like you were watching yourself from some detached viewpoint, pounding on glass but no one can hear.

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much, you have an interesting view point :)

[Lonesome Traveler]

You're welcome :)

[GorgEOus NiGhtMarE]

This is so sad and tragic. Your words told a painfully true story so many people go through in a unique way . Your a really good writer. Look forward to seeing more of your work :)

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much, glad you liked it. :)

[LadyInk]

This is a very touching poem, it really brought me to that place and made it seem real. You really got talent!

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much, always great to get good feedback :)