My Suicide

Sometimes I wonder
About death.
Will it hurt? Will it be quick?
I need to find out.

So I grab a kitchen knife.
It’s very shiny.
It has just been washed up.

I’m laughing madly
While I stare at it.
I must be a lunatic.

I make a deep cut
On my wrists.
Oh, it feels so good!!....

I fall to my knees,
Laughing madly.
I watch my blood drops
Falling hard on the floor.

Suddenly, there’s a pool of blood
On the floor and then,
Everything seems better,
Happier.

The images begin to fade,
The sounds too.
And I feel hollow,
I feel happy.
I feel alive.

Cátia Ribeiro