I wrote this a few months back when i went through a bad stage in my life.

Please dont judge me by the way.

The anger built up,
The tension then grew,
I picked up the blade,
As i thought of you.

The cut was deep,
But i saw no blood,
So i did it again,
As hard as i could.

The pain was searing,
My heart had stopped.
It wasn't enough,
So the gun was cocked.

I stood there,
Waiting for the right time,
So i pulled the trigger,
As though it was a crime.

My blood went cold,
As it ran down my face,
I lost all sight,
And my heart lost it pace.

So it may not be the best. But i thought id share it. Its my first proper blog post and the first time iv shared my "work". Which is really my emotions at the time.

Coments ?