And then.
In all the confusion and darkness.
There it was.
For a second he relaxed.
He then pulled out the blade and cut.
He cut deeper than ever before.
He slit his wrist.
And for a second.
Everything had hope in it.
The darkness was just,
a reminder that there is light.
And the blood a sign of life.

Isnt it odd. That one second can change a persons entire life?
It just scares me that this could happen to me.
Im sorry.
This man IS me.
I killed myself.
Soft and slow.
With tender touches of pale.
I killed myself.
And then i die.
And you never realize what you didnt save.
And I promise you.
I did try to save so many people.
But I am but a boy.
Not even a man.
There are limits.
There are limits to how many i can save.
And now.
Im dead cause I couldn't save them all.
 
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