Death

Few have known the feeling
That's pulsating through my vein
The violent struggle within
My tears proceed to rain

I decide to say farewell
In a neat and tidy note
Grabbing a pink pen
My final words I wrote

My hand won't seem to steady
The shaking won't subside
I didn't think it'd be this hard
Just to say goodbye

I write my mother's name of top
Followed by "and Dad"
I wrote a quick little poem
It really was quite sad

I told them that I loved them
And wished they wouldn't cry
Please don't let them feel guilty
Because I had to die

I just can't find the words
My handwriting shakes with pain
I fold up that letter
And then I scribble my name

I place the letter front and square
In the living room
I'm not sure they will find it there
I guess I just assume

The blade is sharp as ice
And tingles on my skin
I press hard onto that knife
The end is about to begin

I feel a long blood trickle
Dripping down my spine
And yet I feel no pain
But I know the blood is mine

My mind runs wide in spirals
Through all the joys of life
The laughs, the cries, the wonders
So I set down the knife

I've lived for 14 years now
And I've stumbled quite a lot
But is death an answer?
Or secretly is not?