Blood dripping down my wrist,
Tears streaming down my face.
I no longer feel the pain,
I’ve become numb to everything,
Except the names,
My thoughts.

I thought I was past this.
I thought I was stronger.
I was wrong.

I don’t see the purpose of life anymore.
But I can’t stand to go.
What would life be like
If I was no longer here.
Would anyone notice?
Would anyone care?

How would everyone react?
Would they cry?
Just carry on with life,
Like I was never there?
What would my family say?
Would they tell people what really happened,
Or make something up?