first of all just so u all know none of this really happen its just a poem that i wrote. yes im aware there is no rhythm to it but there is more than one type of poem so yea. i just thought i should make this clear that its just a poem and didnt happen.

The shine of the blade,
the ease of the cut,
the flow of the blood,
seeing it running down my arm,
the cold feel of the blood,
then the darkness,
surrounding me,
as i slowly slip away,
does anyone care,
is anyone going to help,
now theres a light,
everying is becoming clear,
theres a boy by my bed,
i guess he saw my eyes open,
he says his names kevin,
he smiles at me,
told me he found me,
lying on the ground,
he said he called 911,
and waited with me,
they let him stay with me,
since he found me,
all i could do,
was smile up at him.