let the blood flow

Cut it.

Slice it.

Watch it flow.

When you see it,

Then you'll know.

Lick it.

Taste it.

Cut some more.

One last look...

You're on the floor.

Breathe.

Stare.

Gasp for air.

Try to stop me?

Don't you dare.

Wait.

Watch.

Let me die.

1 more second,Then good-- . . . .

p.s

this poem means nothing. i am not in a suicidle state of mind. i am FINE!