by Walter T. Runn

Created on: May 27, 2011

The knife feels so cold

Will anyone notice if I do this?

I feel so numb

Will anyone miss me? 

The pills seem to be working

Who will come to my funeral?

There goes my last tear

What was my life worth? 

I thought this would hurt more than it did

What did my life add up to be? 

Wow it's a lot of blood

Will I go to hell for this?

I feel so weak

Where's the white light? 

The floor feels so good against my cheek

How many breaths do I have left? 

One...Two...Three...Four...

There's a banging on the door

Five...Six...Seven...Eight...

This seems so right

Nine...Ten...Eleven...Twelve...

The door busts open, and there I see the light

Thirteen...Fourteen...Fif...

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