Am I... Poem by Zooey Lichty

Small thin lines
Red Amber
Small thin lines highlighted in red
Knife lay on kitchen floor
Blood draining
Body getting weak
Mind fading away
HELP ME
I change my mind
I do not want to die
‘We all die’ voice
I don’t want to die
Not today
Not now
Voice ‘we all die’
Today is your day
Not this way
“Then what way”
The regular way
The sleeping way
“We all die Some-
BOOM
Darkness
Darkness
Lights flashing
Voices
She’s alive
She’s dead
She’s breathing
I’m being lifted away
Am I gone?
Am I away?
Am I dead?
Am I