Rainy.Eyes said 10 years ago:

This blade held in my hand , Cuts straight through my wrist
Crimson blood dripping , Steel lips kissing my cold skin
Hold a note in my hands , barely cant read what I wrote ,
Feeling disoriented, laying against the door
Raise my arm hazily , make sure to put the lock
Thinking about what will happen, the moment my heart stops
Use my blood to write on the wall…
“Im sorry,I failed”
And remember the times I smiled….

See the many times times of happiness
And cry till death takes me
Because I wont feel it again

So this poem is a complete suicidal fantasy described, i sometimes have suicidal tougths and fantasize about death and I am sick and tired of it. I am tired of living but I am to cowardly to end my life