The sound of rain

Pitter
Patter
Pitter
Patter

The noise my blood makes when it drips to the floor.
The blood flowing free from a slit so deep, a slit that will never heal.

Thud
Thud...
Silence

The noise my heart made as it beat in my chest, struggling to keep the blood from flowing free.
The flatline, the silence, no pulse to be heard.

The cruelty of death as it seeps inside.
The cruelty of thought as it digs in you mind, seeking, taking over each corner of your brain.
The thoughts of death, the thoughts of my blood.

Pitter
Patter

You thought it was rain.

Its not my fault you never took me seriously.
Its not your fault I died.
No thought came to mind asking why?

The reason I cut myself.
The reason I am gone.

It wasn't hard to see how unhappy i was.

Im lost forever in the dark.
Goodbye mommy.