seeking for a knife.
planning to take this living soul away.
nice, sharp, shiny knife,
appears on the counter.

gets a hold of it...
grabs it.

wrist up.
knife close.
light cut.
blood pours,
spills,
satisfaction...
ahhh.....................

first dropp of blood hits the floor.
splat-

and again.
continuously...

letting everything go...

i feel so much better.

dont tell me no.
dont tell me dont.
you dont know what i been through.
just let me bleed.

stains my clothes,
as i walk the halls
and suddenly fall.

its the end...
letting go..

Dislocated Heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleed-let-go/