Goodbye
I slide the blade
along my wrist
and hope to god
that I don't miss.
I glance down
at the pulsing vein
trying to ignore
the throbbing pain.
I hit the mark
that will let me live,
in a different world
you couldn't give.
I don't want,
so I don't try,
to look weak
nor to cry.
My life fades
like a dieing light
leaving me
with out a fight.
The one last call,
the word "Goodbye"
was all I left,
when you let me die.
