GOOD BYE

A poem of what 1 might be thinking before taking own life.

The sky is black
My blood is red
The scars are deep--
I'm bleeding
It's just a scratch all up my arm
It will do no harm
Slowly dying
Dripping into a red pool of blood
I'm fading
Seeing things
Lies and dreams
I'm near end-
But if this is God's world -
Then I guess this is the way he wanted it
So as I slowly slip away and die
I love you all
Good Bye