Suicidal Bliss

Can you save me from myself?
I'm drowning in my own dripping blood.
The rough evidence is unnerving,
And it washes over me like a flood.

I drank the poison. I am already gone.
I've slit the skin , taken it away.
I was nothing but moss on a stone.
And only with the wind did I sway.

The beats slowed. The breath shortened,
As my eyelids fluttered to whisper, "Goodbye".
I laid back my head and took my last breath.
Everyone has a turn.
It is mine to die.