Blood thickens as it pours
soft and slowly down my wrist.
I smile as it warms
my already freezing fist.
I’m numb I know I’m dying
but I don’t really care,
I softly giggle and I know
this action isn’t fair.
But it was something that I needed
to even the playing field.
It’s truly sad to think
that this was my only shield.
Without this I’ll die
just a slower more painful death.
So I chose my own,
I shortened my own breath.
I didn’t even cry
this all felt so pleasant
I actually smiled as I received
my very last Christmas present.
