Slowly Poem, by Ajax, at My poetic side

I’m slowly killing myself

Each night is 5 more deep slashes

To slowly bleed out

Over the course of a week or two

I’m constantly dizzy,

It’s getting worse each day.

If I even move my left arm,

Pain.

Pain

All this pain.

My wrist looks like a checkerboard,

Lines up and down

Slash the same place 3 times,

Move to the next cut.

You may wonder, why do this slowly?

Why not end it at once?

Cause deep down,

I don’t know if I want to die.

And this gives me more time.

Time to be saved.

Someone, please help me.

Slowly