If I unintentionally slit my wrist
I'll be the last to know

and when I'm
turning aerials
above my carcass,

weep for me

Because I was loved
in life-
I hated to death

Weep for me, since

I do not have cause enough-

to cry for myself


Amberlee Carter

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-dream-i-slit-my-wrist-in-reality-i-m-not-th/