Death is my wish

Cassandra

I watch people
Wondering
If I am the only one 
That wants to die
I think of death often
Perhaps to often
It has become my wish
I am tired of being alive
I must die soon
Not now
But soon

I cry
Alone
With the blades in my hand
Dripping blood
Is everywhere
I enjoy knowing 
That I could die within 
Moments
I am ready to go
I am prepared
I have what I need

Emotions 
Won't let me go
They hold me to life
Not scared for myself
Only for the people 
I will leave behind
I try to forget that some
Might actually care
I block them from my mind
Trying not to let their voices 
Haunt my memory