Rejected Suicide - numb

As i close my eyes tight, i feel the warm liquid-
it runs down my arm. When i remove the blade
all my pain goes away, as if it is simply draning
with my warm sticky blood. When i open my clenched eyes
to see what i have performed, i feel satisfied with what
i have done, in a knowingly sickiening way.

Rejected Suicide

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numb-55/