Suicde Poem by Fallen Pixie

All I can think about is
bringing that cold razor
against my warm wrist,
pushing its hard steel into
my soft wrist, watching
the red flow over the
sliver. I want to watch the
opposites attract. I want
to watch my red blood collide
with the silver surface.
They always say opposites attract.
The blade and my blood.
I want to watch it
pour out till there is
nothing left.
Watch my last dropp fall
on the picture of him. As I follow
it saying all I wanted
was for you to love me! ! !