Cold and fierce sits the knife,
Sniffing at my throat.
It’s hungry to taste my life,
To end my last note.
 
The last note of a song,
The song I have been singing.
of a life too tiring
and feels far too long.
 
Harder and harder I press
Scared to go all the way
Please, blood don’t cover my dress
And mother, don’t cry, I pray
 
Then I imagine the smile
Vanish from her loving lips.
Tears blinding her as she drives here
Not quite sure what happened
Until she has come quite near.
 
She sees my laundry hamper
And wonders why I had worn my pink dress
The day before I died.
Was there a boy I wanted to impress?
Was he a reason I had cried?
 
The site of my death
Tainted forever
She realizes the next time
She will hear my breath
Is probably never.
The painful endeavor
Of accepting death
Waits and waits
Forever and ever.