Suicide pt.6

13 knots upon a rope, equivalent to the slices on my throat. A river of blood lays on the floor, spilling over the rug, out the bathroom door.. Unyeilding sadness overcomes, I think I can hear angelic hums. With a blade on the ground, and the rope dangling down. A letter written from the soul, in a puddle it lays unwhole. Tears on the cheeks of this broken daughter, my heart was ripped out amidst the slaughter. If only I would have thought of you, I might've been able to pull through. If only you told me how you cared, then I wouldn't have been scared. Then I would've had something to live for, instead I dangle over the blood on the floor. A tear drops, my last saddened breath, now I fly with the angels of death.