I look at the cut,
Blood oozing out.
That's how I show my pain
For I don't like to scream and shout.
I like to stare Death in the face,
And ask him if he can take me away.
He looks in my eyes,
And tells me not today.
I always wonder why
He doesn't want to take me.
Can't he see that on Earth,
I no longer want to be?