Untitled Number One

Tons of anger and sadness went into writing this poem.

Your nails are cutting into my heart,
As a knife into my arms.
The blood slowly drips,
But quickly flows.

A rush of adrenalin flows through me,
Numbing my pain and feelings.
The tingle I feel,
As my arm goes limp.

Slowly my world starts to spin,
Faster and faster, more rapid each time.
I slowly drift away,
Into a place far from here.

My world is going darker,
As it begins to slow down.
Suddenly my eyes begin to feel heavy,
Until they shut.

Forever.