Cold

Down in a dark room of an empty house I sit holding a blade to my wrist with a shine of light from the streetlamps..I’m waiting for the right time…all I can hear now is the steady Drip…Drip…Drip.
Maybe its from my tears that I’ve cryed from confusion about my life…or..Maybe its from my wrists that I’ve cut so many times before. Now they won’t find me .. now i can finally die. Finally end the hell that I’ve put up with for so many years .. I’ve pulled in so many that has suffered from my life and pain. Now I can and I am goin to end it all.
Its geting darker now.. I can;t see anything.. I’ll jus lay down here til i can.The floor is so cold or no its jus me. Now i can barly breath. Is it really happaning now??? I’ve finally done it ..Drip…Drip…Cling…Drip