Death: A Solution? ~>DCFan<~

Here I am, sitting; Why? I do not know!
What am I waiting for? Nothing? I am just sitting;
waiting, blankness in my mind. Hazy;
nothing is coming to my thoughts.

Here I am, staring into the deep parts of my brain.
Looking; searching for an answer; a solution.
I'm scared; Would the answer be bad? Death; the answer?
And if it was, is it the right one? This is not a math problem;
It is not hard, nor confusing. Blackness comes to my mind.
Death, it seems, is a solution.

Here I am, holding a knife; Sharp;
So sharp as a shark's teeth waiting to attack me.
I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness upon my arm.
Red! I feel a sharp pain all along my arm. Hurting, leaking.
It's blood. I should have died.


I wrote this a couple weeks ago, bad incidents were happening in my household that led me to do this to myself.

Always,
Tim

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