I look up from a daydream and I think:
What if I die today?
Would people mourn,
Would people notice,
Would people even care?
I wonder if there is a reason for my life.......
for I have thought a thought, and so far, I think not.
So I decide to see if people would notice or care;if i live or not.
I pick up a knife, glance slowly around,
and see an empty room.
As I glance down, I see my reflection in the long, sharp, pointy weapon.
So then, I take a deep, shakey breath,
and lunge it deep within my heart,
It stops there, lodged deep within my heart.
All I see now is red and black.
While this happens, I hear a horrible noise,
after a moment, I relize it is my voice, my scream.
I collapse. And my body stirs no longer.
Now, I am in a long dark tunnel.
At one end is brightness, the other, more darkness.
The brightside is cold and damp, I glance at it and think I hear people sobbing,
So I take a step towards it, but it feels like painful sharp coldness there,
So then, slowly, I glide to the warm, comforting, safety........
of the darkness.
