In An Instant Poem by Kirsten Gray

right before i bring my hand down
i hesitate, my forehead creased in frown
the silent and fast
i retrace the past
going over line after line
finally admitting i'm not fine
daring to think that this will fix it all
as i slowly watch the blood fall
it looks like my skin is crying
because it knows i'm dying
the red tears run down my skin
apologizing for how hurt i've been
i say i'm through with this
it's not some thing that i will miss
but i'm just lying to me
for my happiness was never meant to be