My Day

I'll bring that blade down,
And make myself fall to teh ground.

Reopening new scars,
I'll be gone within a few hours.

Possibly splitting a vein,
I'm addicted to this pain.

My family will wonder "why?
Why didn't she say goodbye?"

I just no longer care,
With blood now flowing from my tear.

And now with this knife,
I'll end my life.

"She's gone", they'll say.
Today was my day,
And I chose it.